Short Story

“I don’t know who you are, but you need to leave.” Remembering her manners, she added, “Please. It’s time for you to move on. Do you see a bright light anywhere? If you do, you need to walk into the light. Your loved ones are waiting for you.”

He started moping around, all sad, and it all came to pass. I was confronted about it by another driver as I told that driver that #1 had two problems, 1) guilt because he slept with a bar-fly in Mexico, and 2) I wouldn't give him more money. Then I asked the driver griping at me to ask #1 if didn't spend money already given to him on a bar-fly. The issue, then settled because I said

"Why not." I replied, and handed him two quarters. He handed me the statue, but grabbed a hold of my wrist and leaned in clise to my ear.

"I don't mind." His smirk made me want to smack him, but it also made me want to laugh.

“I’ll have 6 eggs, a big glass of orange juice, a banana, and some oatmeal please” said DeSean “ You’re one crazy kid” said the female bartender at IHop. “Yes ma’am, I might be crazy ,but ready for football this morning” DeSean responded swiftly. The bartender responded almost immediately saying “Damn right, hope you do well this morning, I’ll have that food out real quick honey”. DeSean waited for less than 5 minutes before chowing down on over 1000 calories. He exchanged some words with the bartender and he was off to football.

''No!'' Yelped Iris in obvious distress. ''Do something!'' She screamed, not that she really needed to say a thing as Caitlin was already in full doctor mode and she taking a closer look at her patient's others vitals.

“All I wanted to do was talk, but now I understand. Talking to people like you is impossible, you’ll only hear what you want and tune out the rest.”

I slipped the leggings and sweat shirt of Rhett’s on, his scent still strong on it so I inhaled deeply.

“And Mr. Gatsby, what would that be?” I asked with a slight smirk on my face wondering what to expect.

The year was 1993. It was cool, and dark out. I had been watching her; watching her every movement, for almost an hour. Time was ticking by, and soon it would be eleven o'clock: the town's curfew. I had attended church a little before, and I hadn't seen her there, which only confirmed my suspicions. Her red hair looks even more striking in the light of the moon. She threw her head back, laughing at something that her friend had said, and I frowned. Didn't anyone else suspect that she was different?

''Aren’t Joe and Cisco going to help us?'' Asked Barry, noticing that his foster dad and best friend were still absent as the rest of the team was preparing their plan of attack back at the lab. ''I thought you guys said they were supposed to join us here.''

He leans back in his chair, giving me his full attention. In that moment, I wish I could've told him how much it sucked being a moron who couldn't keep her mouth shut in front of the wrong people.

constantly picked flies out of my milk pail and had to be careful that one wouldn’t land in my opened mouth. I once killed a fly by smashing it between my lips. I became desensitized to the tingling of their legs dashing up and down my skin. Maybe that’s how I built up an immune system that tolerated germs and made me less susceptible to getting sick. Like how a child would hold out a finger for a butterfly to land on, I would do that same with my hundreds of fly friends. The continuous buzzing sound of the flies throughout the farm almost became therapeutic to me.

Kassidy parked her car in a spot not too far away and backed in, hoping it would be easy to get out of when it was time to leave. Just in case she had to make a quick exit. While she and Caleb had stated they’d be friends, she was still a little hesitant whether or not being friends would work out for them. Too much history.

!” “No, it’s yours!” Each painful word took turns hurting the other. “For the last time, it’s your fault and if you don’t agree, then I never want to see you again!” “If you can’t take responsibility, then I’m glad that you never want to see me again!” The simple words of denial that broke everlasting bonds in the middle of seconds couldn’t be returned anymore. “Fine!” “Ugh!” The two parted ways with shattered hearts. Soon, it would be a tortured memory that would be dug up and forgotten. The next time they’d see themselves, they would feel a sharp pain and look away, trying to think of what had gone wrong. They would no longer accuse each other, but themselves, for not stopping it from going too far. They would only blame themselves for their misery and broken friendships. They would choose to live forever in solitude for fear of doing the same mistake. They would live their years with the regret of not admitting their faults. They’d be miserable.