Terry Kinney

The Notebook “I am so tired, I need some coffee.” said Alex, “I know right.”agreed Noah. It was in the afternoon when Noah, and Alex finished their college classes and were going to a local coffee shop to get something to drink. They were walking down the street and a man riding a bike dropped a notebook, they yelled to the man that he dropped his notebook, but he didn’t come back. When sitting in the coffee shop, Noah decided to look through the book, for the name of the owner, so he turned to

Years ago, my brothers friend, Jason, and I were going on a trip to walk through the woods to the fish hatchery. We had gotten everything ready to go, water bottles, food, and a couple of other equipment. After a lot of planning, we finally left my house. We started the walk at 10:30. The air was nice, warm and it was a summer day. It took us about 30 minutes to get to the fish hatchery, climbing hills and jumping over damp, large logs on the way. I had never been to the fish hatchery before, so

The Joey’s response was quick as his witt. He explained that he was dressed for winter everywhere else, so why would his feet be cold. I have said this to others before. I was officially intrigued. There was a warm sensation in my stomach, which had been so damp and cold since Mr. Wonderful departure. I didn’t recognize it at first: this has been the first evening out since my car malfunctioned. I had danced, been around children, had Galaxy in my lap and the warmth of the fire. There were many reasons

One afternoon, I came home, got myself a snack and went to my room. As I entered my room, I noticed Paolo’s bedroom blinds were open. In all the years that have passed by, not once had I ever noticed his blinds open, so in curiosity, I looked in. As my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting of my room, I caught glimpses of movements in the shadows on his bed, until it hit me that he was sliding his hand up and down his cock. He was really taking his time, absorbed in his self-pleasure. Without taking

“The Mysterious Woman” By Jackson Levanen It looked to be another boring, rainy Thanksgiving with our entire family over. Believe me, I never will know how so many people can fit in our small house, especially when 90% are under ten. “The house will probably be knocked over by tomorrow,” I thought glumly as I stared out the window at the rain, trying to drown out the noise in the background. I mean seriously, a stampede of elephants, all roaring while stomping on trash can lids would make less

“I should have listened to Tempest!” “Mika—“ “No! For once I’m doing the talking and you’re listening!” She dodged his hands again, stepping back once more. “You’re such a slimy—“ “Mika—“ “Inconsiderate—“ “Mika, look—“ “SHINJICK!”

In the dark woods, the rustling of leaves, loud rumbling of thunder, the pitter-patter of rain, the sound of sword and claw rings through the air. A werewolf girl is fighting for her life. For three days, her pursuer has tracked her through meadow and marsh. Now, in these very woods, is where it would end. She would have easily dispatched this man if he was ordinary, but he is a hunter and she was his prey. Along with the wound in her leg that he inflicted earlier from his crossbow bolt, she has

In Carl Wilson’s story, “Let’s Talk About Love: A Journey to the End of Taste has dependably disdained Céline from the earliest starting point. Be that as it may, while most analysts would leave Céline there and backtrack to spouting over lost tapes of live forms of early takes of "Dylan's unwritten B-sides", Wilson feels a sharp pain. To discover, Wilson sets out on what he believes as " an experiment in taste” encountering solid months of Céline’s submersion with a true objective to get to the

Brian’s practice came to an end. Brian collected all his baseball gear and it put them in his red bag he’s had since he was nine. Brian loved baseball. His uncle was the first one that introduced him to baseball at their annual family reunion. Ever since then, Brian’s world revolved around baseball. Brian had practice every day after school and went straight home. Due to his busy schedule, Brian didn’t have that many friends. He usually kept to himself and didn’t socialize with any of his peers.

Shard Academy: the last place I expected to be. The only reason I enrolled there was to rebel against my parents who ruthlessly tried to make me enroll in Fragment or Ridgeview. They conflicted with each other about my future, which was something I didn't like to worry about that much. But thanks to that, I never made friends and never had a life that a kid should have. But it's not that bad, not really. Just annoying. They always expected a lot from me but I just wanted to follow my own path. I