Valentine And Insane: A Narrative Fiction

I was about to turn around to face the familiarity of the voice when I hear a deafening explosion to my right. I did what anyone would under the circumstances. I cowered beneath my arms, ready to anticipate the blazing heat of the flames.

I narrowed my options down to three schools, the UCLA Bruins, the Purdue Boilermakers, and the San Diego State Aztecs. I wanted to follow in Luc Mbah a Moute’s footsteps and go to UCLA like he did, but then I would have to redshirt a year. Basically it means that I’d have to sit out a year so that I could develop physically and would have an extra year of college sports. I didn’t want to do that though. I was already big enough for the forward position, and I wanted to compete now. So even though they were my first option I had to rule them off my list. I wanted to go to Purdue next, they had a solid program and had Matt Painter as their coach. I was going to go there until I found out Cameron Reddish had committed there. He plays the same position as me, and was a five star recruit coming out of high school so there wasn’t any way I was going to start over him. That left me San Diego State. They hadn’t made a good run

"Hi!" I responded. I kicked off my shoes and headed into the kitchen. I pulled a water bottle out of the fridge.

Luv smiled. Rick wanted nothing more than to make her happy, at least in bed. In her heart, she knew she wasn’t ready for another serious relationship and he wasn’t either. Why did she have to pigeonhole it, name and analyze it? She told herself he cared for her. He'd said as much. It was kind of sexy thinking of herself as his mistress or lover. Once you give yourself a label like girlfriend or fiancee' there's list of expectations and responsibilities that come with it. She’d often told women to feed their partner’s fantasies if they were within reason. This was within reason. Lover was much sexier than the other labels. No baggage either. The only expectation was that of pleasure. Before now she hadn't considered herself a live in the moment

Voices sounded from down the hall. I marched toward them. The emperor and the others followed behind me. The closest I got to the door, the more I

“BOOM!” we heard a gunshot. Finn and I both turned around, frightened by the sound right behind us.

I woke up in a hurry. Groaning and wiping away the bit of dribble that dared leave my mouth...I cautiously opened my eye.

The old shrews gathered, and in spite of the cold, they couldn't wait to chew that mutton...

It was to late for Margot to see the sun now. As she got lead out of the closet tears ran down her face like Niagra Falls. All she had been waiting for her whole life was to see the sun’s rays sto upon her and she got that one thing taken away. Her tears and sobs silenced the tunnel. However, as much anger as she had inside, her crying took all the possible energy she could’ve used to yell or scream. And standing upon her were the backstabbing, ignorant kids who looked at her as if it was her fault she knew what was coming.

lived a fancy lifestyle. Everything she owned all together was worth a fortune. But she lived this

The sun stabbed into my eyes through the ocular crust that had accumulated over my period of sleep. I pulled protection over my face in the form of blankets to shield myself from the intrusive rays. I reassessed the situation while concealed by the covers, then slowly protruded my face out into the light. Being awake at 8:30am wasn’t required of students during a break, but for some reason I filled this hallucinatory qualification.

“And that’s just about it.” Danny sighed as he, Aiko, Hiroshi, and Kasumi all sat by the creek that they enjoyed visiting out in the woods. “I just thought you might want to hear it from me first.”

Jim had a hard time hearing his daughter saying she was hungry for the past month. Jim could never do anything, because he was very poor. “She waked up in the middle of the night again and said she was hungry.” 36 He just couldn’t stand to hear her say it or from other people around the jail yard. It broke Jim’s heart that a loved one is hurting, and he couldn’t do anything about it. Nobody could help her out. She was going to to suffer from starvation. “Jim Carlisle had shot and killed his eight-year-old daughter, Clara.” 38 Jim could not handle how hard it was to hear his daughter moan about hunger. The only thing JIm could actually do was kill Clara. Take her out of her misery. She would go to heaven and eat there if she would like. Although

It was a loud and bright fourth of July, and my mom, dad, my brother and I were all celebrating at my grandparent’s house on my father's side. Everything was going well and we were all sitting on the back deck shooting off firecrackers and other small fireworks. Then, my grandpa brought out a few huge cakes which are the fireworks that are really big and blow up in the air. My brother and I lit off a few of those, my dad wanted to go light the biggest one because he loves fireworks! For most of the big ones we had to tell him to close his eyes because he gets seizures when he drinks and sees flashing lights.

He stood making his way to his exit. Before he got off, he turned to stare at me one last time.