Pony and I lay there in the woods watching the stars. As Pony went home I started to doze off as I watched the stars. As I was sleeping, Ponyboy woke me up with an aggressive tug & push, “come on Johnny, we’re getting out of here” Pony began, “we’re going far away” he continued. I didn’t know what happened or what was wrong but I just followed Pony’s lead.…
I heard what I wanted to hear and continued to not follow my instincts. I thought he loved me, I thought he was the one. I felt like all the other young teenagers making the same dumb mistakes; confusing what i want with what is being shown right in front of me. He did not love me. Just like the other teenage boys in this generation he just wanted one thing and would do anything to get it.…
In the small town of Rosewood, things are not what they seem. People who were once thought to be a friend are no longer trusted or those who were seen as the enemy were actually an ally. In Pretty Little Liars, Ezra Fitz used his romantic relationship with his student Aria Montgomery as a scheme to get information on her and her friends with the disappearance of Alison. He planned on using this information to publish a book, exposing their private lives. He was thought out to be someone that the girls could confide in, in the mix of the invasive media and with the anonymous “A” threatening their lives.…
Bob was at the pub talking about Dumby’s death to his mates. The pub was an old basement underneath a half demolished hotel. Bob was explaining how with Dumby’s death, Blacky was becoming a normal person again. One of Bob’s pub mates went up to the bar to grab a set of rounds for them all. He brings the drinks back to give to the group.…
Ducking inconspicuously into the shadows, Ryder leaned on a rusty lamppost and pulled a copy of the local paper from under his arm. As he watched the ink rub off onto his fingers, the absurdity of his situation was not lost on him. In an age of computers, electronic tablets and smart phones, who in the world still read newspapers? Besides dumb ass bikers like himself intent on appearing casual while they stalked other people, he couldn’t imagine. There was something about reading the local gawker that magically made a person go unnoticed in public.…
It was dark outside when Sylvester woke. Deloris was asleep. He got up and washed, dressed, went into the kitchen and fixed him a bowl of cereal. Came back into the bedroom and kissed her gently on her cheek and he left. Sylvester saw Otis coming with the work orders.…
To everyone else it looked like simple hate. Frowns, glares, harsh biting words, a refusal to speak his name. Mial, the failed experiment that didn't die. All fangs and claws, his mind shattered by the drug that was to make him super human. Wild and unruly honey colored hair, with bright golden eyes that seemed bored with life.…
Epilogue Age Seventeen Being brandished by the King to his enemies was no easy task. Like a knife, or a spear, I had to be sharp, impeccable. Unafraid. Completely capable. And most of all, intimidating.…
It was chilly saturday evening. My friends, Zaina and Laila, came over to my house to hang out with me. My mom suggested we should jump on the trampoline outside in the backyard. We all decided to do that.…
Times are getting colder and the leaves getting browner. Its time to cuddle up in your fuzzy blanket and call all of your friends. These calls are fun, but not everyone receives those kinds of calls. Police stations and the 911 emergency hotline receives calls that will tickle a chill up your spine.…
The panting of a hunt, with the kick of an adrenaline rush. It is impressive how a gray wolf can strive with its survival skill. Strong creatures they are, much like a German shepherd on steroids. While most gray wolves living in the Canadian wilderness have common lives, the male wolf named Buck, is a lone wolf. He is a sleek, tall, and young wolf on his own and living by day.…
The Breaking Point The crackle of the bright and warm fire filled the cool, dark night air. The tall maple trees surrounded the small clearing in the vast dark forest. Every now and then you'd hear a menacing howl, or a small short hoot from an owl that would send chills down your spine. The moon was close to being full, and it shined through the trees providing little vision.…
“Real good,” screams Staff Sergeant Baker, “Real stinkin’ good, Guaman. Just take the easy way out and fucking die.” Recruit Guaman’s arms shake in the front leaning rest position over a puddle of his sweat on the quarterdeck. There’s nothing restful about that position.…
I’ve always believed that the roads lead to my destiny were shaped through the difficulties and failures I faced. The mistakes I made, the lessons I learned, and the actions I took must be the first brick in my wall of success. A successful future and a fruitful career obviously belong to those who are willing to work hard with strong passion and dare to fail. Thereupon, I am confident that my academic background and my fierce desire will lead me on to the road of my destiny.…
Sleeping peacefully in her bed, Laura was cradling a pillow to her chest. The sun was beaming through her blinds causing the woman to stir. Usually, waking up was a simple task for Laura; she was a morning person after all. She groaned when the first beam of sunlight hit her face. Picking up her alarm clock on her nightstand, Laura looked at the time.…