What Are Going Back?

“You’re at what we call ‘The Maze.’ Here let me show you around. Over there, that is the main house, that is the farm, those are the woods, and those big doors, they’re the entrance to the maze. Do not go in there.”

Tizio brought Painted Girl home after a long day of work. There was an odd car in the driveway. Painted Girl got out of Tizio’s truck and waved goodbye to him. She made her way up the walkway, pausing to look at the plain stoop. Beige siding, railing and door, the only color change was from the off-white concrete. She made mental plans for the entrance but wondered about the spiffy new Land Rover in the drive. She sighed. She hoped that Sarah had followed the plans for the house. It was written down in clear English, all she had to do was follow directions. She continued to hesitate worried that the house would be chaotic. She wanted to be home for Christmas. She reached for the door handle but it was jerked out of her hands and she

Skylar Hill had always loved beautiful, amazing Los Angeles. It was a place where she felt happy and alive. She was a gorgeous, tall and charming brunette. Her gray-blue eyes caught everyone's attention. Her friends saw her as an attention seeker because she loved every minute of being the center of attention. One day, Skylar was having a rough day when her mother called, telling her that her father had passed away of a heart attack. She went to bars constantly and all she drank was beer. And from that point on, she became addicted to it and drank it everyday no matter what. One day, she received a text from one of her good friends, Doniya. She was inviting her to a bonfire she was hosting outside a camp and basically in the woods. Once she

I want to know what she thought of herself at this time. I am interested

"I told you. I'm done. What you did to me, what you said to me, it's unforgivable to me. I'm sorry Alex. I still wish you the best." She put her bag over her shoulder and took one glance at me and walked off. I expected nothing more, and nothing less. Walking out of the school, I pulled out a cigarette and slumped against a lone tree. The smoke filled me with some relief, and I stared out to the sun hidden behind the clouds. There was a sound of low crying that caught my attention. Looking around, my gaze fixated on a girl with jet black hair that fell against her face as she sobbed into her hands. She was sitting against a tree a few feet

There was a teenage boy there, and something told her she had to warn him. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered what she was protecting him from. She’d buzz near his ear & he’d swat her away. She continued to try and warn him of some unknown danger, but to no avail. The boy would look up at her eventually, they’d make eye contact, and she’d wake up.

And great was an understatement. At around five feet tall, she was stacked up top, and had perfect legs … the type with feet at one end and what every hetero man wants at the other! Her bright red tank top was purposely too small and could barely contain her boobs, her jeans were so tight he knew they'd rip apart if she sneezed, and her face reminded him of the Italian movie stars in the 60's adult films. Hot wasn't the word. She was sexy as

Maria stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was a mess, along with her clothes. She felt disgusting. There were bruises and marks on her neck, turned purple and faded. Her cheeks and thighs were red and scratched. Her scalp burned from her hair being pulled, and her bottom lip was swollen and bleeding. Opening the bathroom door and looking around, she checked to see if James was asleep. Maria was relieved to find that he was, in fact, passed out on the couch and snoring. She quietly made her way to the back door. Unlocking it, she stepped outside and closed the door. From then, she ran. Landing on her left ankle left a sharp pain in her foot, probably from twisting it earlier trying to esca-

He runs up and down the stairs making sure everyone was okay. That is until he hears a cry of help from down the next floor. It is Reve, he is crushed under a big piece of siding of the building. Reve is struggling with his scrawny arms to try and pry from under the rock, but it is no use with the weight of that siding. Brusco sprints over there dodging flying residue. When he reaches to Reve, he immediately tries to push the siding over. Reve watches in disbelief as Brusco is trying to save him before the building completely crashes down. Sweat beads falling from Brusco’s head until he finally lifts up the siding with one last push and Reve scrambling out of the siding’s way. Brusco drops the siding a few inches away from Reve, and picks Reve up over his shoulder. Brusco and Reve dodge residue until finally they reach the bottom. All the other men who were working during the accident, were outside the construction site and shocked about the building. Although, when they seen Brusco with Reve over his shoulder they were even more shocked. Brusco arrived next to the other construction men and the men cheered. While the men were cheering, Brusco looks around the construction site and his co-workers and smiles. Smiles because the thing he did for Reve made him feel good on the inside. He smiled because for once he didn’t dread going to work. He smiled as the police and

I enjoy the sun baking down on me, my complexion glows with salt water. Distracted, we wander closer and closer to the curb. On the street, a dark colored car pulls up slowly next to us. Two middle aged men, hair coated thickly in grease, teeth so rotted they were barely distinguishable. A wide grin spread across his long face, revealing every crevasse in his skin . The window crept down. I cracked my knuckles and picked the dirt from underneath my fingernails. "Hey girls, where are you going?" the passenger said. I took a small step backward, my face was on fire. This is not okay, we have to go. My head was spinning. "Oh, were just heading to that park over there!" Haylee said unusually cheerful. I looked around, I knew this couldn't be good. "oh well we don’t want you walking in this heat. Here, all three of you hop in the back seat, we will take you there." My world was going in slow motion. My face was on fire. Run you have to run, Alyssa. "Come on guys we have to run!" At that moment, I started running up a hill near by. Haylee and Lexi stood still, acting like nothing was wrong. I watched them yelling, "Guys come up here don't talk to him! They still just kept standing there. My stomach is churning and I all of a sudden have to poop really badly. The car quickly speeds off and they trudge up the

It all started when she was on her way home from school. It was her birthday and she couldn’t wait to spend it with her friends. On her way back to her house a man in black cornered her into an alleyway and forced her to give him her money. She was terrified and wished that the man could just freeze so she could leave. Before she knew it the man stopped moving

She wore sweatpants and a huge sweatshirt with some slides she had gotten almost three years ago. Her hair was thrown up unbrushed into a bun and she didn’t put much effort into brushing her teeth. She grabbed her bag and a water. She decided to walk to school blasting her music thinking of the awful day ahead of her. She managed to make it through wednesday. When she arrived back home her mother was dressed with the car keys in her hand, Aspen asked “mom where are you going?” her mother explained today was the first day of therapy for Aspen. She rolled her eyes and ran to her room. “Aspen we have to go put your shoes on and meet me in the car, oh and wear something presentable please.”. Aspen screamed into her pillow and then put new clothes on and shoes and grabbed yet another water and headed towards her mother's

She walked around bobby’s house admiring the books on the shelves. He wasn’t here and he didn’t know the girl was coming. They hadn’t seen each other in a little over 2 years, when they had spoken, he gave her advice when she needed it but otherwise she didn’t talk to too many people, except her, but she’s gone now. That’s actually why she was there, she wanted to stay with Bobby for a while, while she got her head on straight. Suddenly she heard a car pulling up and she walked into the devil’s trap she had drawn on the hard wooden floor. She thought he noticed her car because she could hear him open his trunk and grab a shotgun. She just sat down on the chalk not caring that her butt was going to get all white. She heard the front door open

Frankie was just getting out her wallet so she could buy her Mentos when a boy who looked as if he could be 15 or 40 ran into her and clumsily crashed down on the ground, ripping the magazine he must’ve been reading as he walked towards the counter where Frankie was standing. At first she was startled, but when she saw the goofy look on the boy’s face when he had realized what had just happened, she couldn’t help but laugh a little. She did feel bad for him though, so she helped him up and tried not to seem rude or angry because she wasn’t.

¨I am not writing another story ever again. Just put me out of my misery. At least it would be better than this you stupid kidnapper,¨ Then there was a loud BOOM when the door that she was told never to go in, slammed open as the kidnapper man came angely out. He picked up a rock out of a basket and stomped over to Mona. He pulled his arm over his shoulder and flung it at Mona's head. Right when the rock was going to hit her in the head she stuck her hand in front of her face and caught the rock.