Short Story

(quietly) "You're going to stay here" "You're going to stay here and see it through with the rest of us" "If you went, I'd have you shot- for deserting" A menacing character is brought out here who is emotionless.

“No, this is a personal trip. Though it wasn’t me who blew up your precious police station.”

The next morning Jared and Misha arrived at the studio early. Jared decides to wait in his trailer for Jensen to come and talk to him.

“How did…” Cindy looked towards the tv in the corner of the cafeteria, and Jensen followed where she was looking. Pictures of Jared were flashing across the screen. The scrolling headline read that Jared had been attacked. Cindy undid a small horse pin that was on her blouse.

“I do not do this for political purposes,” he continued. “I do it because, Mr Speaker, there is a belief in this country that no one is above the law. And that includes the president of the United States of America. Mr Speaker, our democracy is at risk.”

“Cut the crap, Jimmy,” I said giving him a dismissive attitude. “If you were going to end me, you would have done it already. So what is it you want? You obviously have something in mind.”

I saw beautiful, white smiles across the room. There were couples kissing and others counting down as the senseless crystal sphere in New York slid down a giant metal pole. With red wine for Grandma and sparkling grape juice for the younglings, a joyful celebration began. This was a new beginning for some, and for others, a continuation of what came before. Regardless, the community of friends and family laughed and rejoiced together as one.

Then faster than any of us could blink, he’s in front of Jeen with a hand through her chest and out her back. His fingers squeeze a chunk of spine as she gasps and drowns in her own blood. He tosses her as if a broken rag doll. She bounces once, blood splashing into my face as she lands at my feet, dead.

Jake Simpkins arrived on time to my Groveland office but the odor he brought in with him was noticeable. I think to myself that it is a bit early for whiskey, but apparently not for Jake. I offer him a cup of coffee. “Thanks, I take it black.” He looks a bit disheveled, his polo shirt has a damp spot near the front pocket, and his hair looks messy. While I smell alcohol, I do not observe slurred speech or clumsy movements, so I surmise that Jake isn’t drunk necessarily, but perhaps spilled on himself when he took that morning swig, hence the damp spot on his polo shirt. I take mental notes, to address this during out session. I do take note, that there is a sense of responsibility with Jake, as he brought with him the completed

There wasn't a thing on television. I shut off the TV and lay back on the bed with a sigh. You'd been in the bathroom for over twenty minutes, making me wonder what could be keeping you. As if in answer to my unspoken question, the bathroom door opens, and the sound of footsteps approaches. I glance to the doorway and spot you. I sit straight up in bed.

(Y/N) let out a frustrated growl and absent-mindedly stared at her screen full of code. She grabbed Kwehvin Lockhart, her rubber chocochick, from her desk and tossed it between her hands.

Standing behind a counter with a blank face, the cashier swiped the food items from right to left: BING… BING… BING. Her dark black hair laid across her pale skin, covering the entry to her soul. Her posture was poor; she was slumped over with a perfect curve in her back. Each time she reached to her right to grab a food item, her bangs would fall onto her nose leading her to blow them off angrily.

Early in the summer of 2016 my mom and dad took me, my brother Cole, and my dog Finn to Florida. We started off only wanting to stay for two weeks but it slowly became home. We were living in I'm a good sized condo with a balcony that looked out over the ocean. The balcony had white winding stairs leading down to a patio and the complex pool. Next, to the pool, there is a bridge that leads out to the warm white beaches of Florida. It was now mid-June and I was starting to get bored of the summer, my mom and dad went to work and Cole went to summer school. Most of the time it was just me and Finn relaxing on the beach. Until one day I was walking down the complex to get the mail and I had a weird feeling that something was going to

The pixelated art style and overall top down, rogue-like look might turn away some, but it really is a must try. It is very unforgiving throughout the countless hours of playtime. I get sweaty hands all the time when trying to constantly dodge and weave through its bullet-hell nature. It is especially tough because if your life bar is depleted, it's over. There aren’t any checkpoints or extra lives or anything. It’s all the way back to the beginning of the game, trying to survive until the final stage where you confront your murderous mother.

“Hurry up, you idiot! If we're late they won't let us in till intermission, and you know Aithusa will be devastated if we miss her part!”