Short Story

it is life, Mama!” Mama: “Oh—so now its life. Money is life. Once upon a

“I did it, but I don’t have anywhere to go. I’m still alone,” she mournfully answered, as her smile began to flatten.

He looked around at the yellow tape closing off the area where he had lain, hearing the low voices of the policemen. He ignored it all, attempting to scrounge up some memory of how he ended up here.

“Christy. Christ!” He said getting the woman's attention. “Whats wrong? What’s happened?” He was already getting out of bed and putting his pants on.

“Is that what that is?” Seth proclaimed. “Oh, thank God. I didn’t want to say anything before because I didn’t want to hurt your feelings, but I had honestly thought you’ve been really letting yourself go lately.”

I rasied my eyebrow a little, Brian was seeming to be hiding something. "Do you have any place to go?" I asked, lowering my raised eyebrow. Brian was still shaking a little, not as much as before. "U-Um let's just go to your house, Tim."

“Maybe.” Or maybe not. It was peaceful out here. I heard Evan’s noisy footsteps fade away, leaving me alone once more.

and saw her mom and sister, in their own bikinis. Smiling, she placed a handful of sun screen on her legs and rubbed it in, she continued up to her chest, neck, and face. Offering her sister, the bottle. Taking off her bikini top, she laid face forward, so her sister could place some lotion on her back, and places where she could not reach.

It was another day in the wonderful world of VMI. Today started off just like any day here: your phone wakes you up with that dreadful sound, you go to BRC, and you go to classes. Except I was anxious to get the next twenty-four hours over and done with. I told my loved ones I was digitally disappearing for the next twenty-four hours. My isolation began at four p.m on Monday, October 2. This was the moment I feared the most. My finger struggled to hit the power off button, refusing as if it had a mind of its own. I went down to the rifle range for practice feeling like I had forgotten something. Minutes felt like hours and hours felt like days. I slowly walked back to barracks realizing how beautiful the colors of the leaves were.

Flich will not stop talking with his mouthful. Walker seems use to it as his ear is literally chattered off.

“Yes, I need something in me that wasn't distilled in a barrel,” Rafael stands up, using the nightstand to steady himself. He was still a little woozy, but his headache had lessened and he could manage.

“Just going for a hike, I guess,” he said. Trent realized that he needed to stop for a moment to be polite to the woman who was insisting on engaging him in conversation.

The smattering of rain on the roof overhead calms me, beating out an irregular rhythm like an anxious child unconsciously tapping his foot. The dim glow of my phone screen washes over me as I wait for the light to return, cut off by the flash flood inducing rain. I look around, and sigh; yet again, the lights on the ceiling are blank, leaving me with nothing to shield myself from the impending darkness.

It was a cold day in January in Concord, Maine, around thirty five degrees Fahrenheit. Colby Watts wasn't cold, he was hot. That's what would happen when he got nervous. Colby was auditioning for the lead role in their High School musical "Romeo and Julien" with modern twist on a classic story. It was a brilliant idea according to their director, and Colby was auditioning for the main role Julien, He would finally get the solo he had been hoping for since he had been a freshman, now he is a junior. He was sitting in the back room of the school auditorium, nervously shaking in his sent. Then Mr. Nichols, their director opened the door,

As the sun began to rise above the horizon, the blazing orange sky lit up the surroundings as the fiery embers of fuel began to spit and spread smoky fumes across the sky.