The Way Back

and crunching leaves. Stopping, the boys peer in every direction, but notice nothing except the trees in the pale moonlight. “Did you hear that? I think something’s out there”, one of the boys stated, peering through the branches to his left. “No way man,

about my family and friends reactions to my death. What would happen to my Pokémon cards? “Don’t think like that Evan” I am terrified of heights. Of course, this doesn’t mean I’m scared of being in a high place. Rather, it’s the sight of a long way to fall, of gravel far below me. What makes me most afraid is when there are no guardrails, or any other safety devices between me and the edge. I can only rely on my own ability to balance. Despite my fear, last summer I somehow found myself climbing

their home resides the nearest bakery, where Eliot and Janik stole bread from every day. "Forget the berries!" Yelled Eliot. "Tonight we feast on bread and leave mother and father to starve!" As Eliot and Janik were on their way out, they bumped into

grove, a bushy bush, watch your step don’t fall on your tush.” Nick folded the paper back up and stuffed it in his pocket. He looked around for a moment. Nick spotted the grove to his left. Nick started making his way to the grove. As he was looking at the grove he spotted the cache. Covered in

died. They found the doctor outside with a large cut on the back of his head. He bled out on the side of the road. As a result of the doctor not making it, Betty died. They came to the conclusion that Betty had died of a heart attack while giving birth to Richard. Richard is 15 now and is a Freshman. He is the best student in class, a hard worker, and is always helping out. Or so he would have you believe. The truth is, he has bullied his way to the top. He takes what he wants and when being caught

was tired and stickey and hot and just about as sick of the road and the heat and everything that goes along with it, as he was. Plus, she had to put up with him and his drinking on top of everything else, meaning the sleeping boy and girl in the back seat, who had spend most of the trip bickering and complaining

had been that way on four wheels they had to have driven in the middle of the road. The gravel driveways were not only being edged out from the sides, weeds were sprouting from the middle as well, showing no signs of passage. The paved drives were less obvious. The men relied on dust and pollen settling on the blacktop, undisturbed these last months, to tell their tale. The few locked gates the seekers found were well decorated with spider webs. "If anyone is living out this way, they must never

I watch her toes slowly dip further into the water, another violation. She pulls back her long, course black hair and I see a tattoo of a star constellation I can’t quite make out on the back of her neck. I straighten up. She’s an Argan. I’ve never seen one so close. I ignore the black spots beginning to form around my eyes and watch her intently. The Argans are the ones that started

answered the wife; "we will take the children early in the morning into the forest, where it is thickest; we will make them a fire, and we will give each of them a piece of bread, then we will go to our work and leave them alone; they will never find the way home again, and we shall be quit of them." "No, wife," said the man, "I cannot do that; I cannot find in my heart to take my children into the forest and to leave them there alone; the wild animals would soon come and devour them." - "O you fool,"

his way to the wall where his hand brushed against the light switch. He flipped the switch up and down