In the Air Tonight

after he comes too.” Wolf looks up at the captain who is incessantly running his fingers through his well-trimmed beard “so can I go?” The Captain stops for a moment as his eyes focus on him. “No I think the brig is a nice room for you at least for tonight, you just wait till things blow over, and In the mean time you and I can talk about what you know perhaps over a drink.” Wolf smirks “prisoners get an open…

Autopsy. Think of the word autopsy. What does it conjure up in your mind? Corpses? A coroner? Dissection? Finality? Now think of the word window. What denotations or connotations does that hold? Visibility? Discovery? Light slanting in from outside? Does the word window remind you of the word autopsy? No? It should. These two words are etymologically related, as both ultimately derive from the Indo-European root okw- which means “to see” ("The American Heritage Dictionary Indo-European Roots…

The final shot of extra time came barreling at me. It was just to the right of me. So I did what goalkeepers do best and picked it out of the air and brought the ball along with my body to the ground. As I was getting up off the ground I heard the ear piercing sound of the final whistle. Everyone on the field, along with myself, stomachs sank because they knew the game was headed for a PK shootout. But for me it was different. This was my dream. This was all I dreamt about for 8 years of my life…

A gentle breeze starts blowing, giving the air a little chill. Wanda shivers as she continues asking questions. The two hoped they could find out what happened to the children forty years ago. "So he kidnapped you, took you to the house?" Rebecca asks. The Ouija planchette moves to yes. "Did he do anything sexual to you?" Wanda asks. The small plastic object moved to no. "How many did he murder?" The planchette moved to one. "Just one?" Rebecca asked, knowing the police found eleven decomposed…

Teddy Baker: The Big Defeat When I was younger I was a lanky boy in middle school, who could only dream of one day becoming an All-Star baseball player. The problem was, I could barely throw a pitch. I tried real hard to master it… trust me; I’m just not one for sports. This was the case ever since I was seven. But after six years, the suffering ended and I moved to Miami, Florida. Now, you’re most likely asking yourself, “How is moving going to replace your bad talent?” Well, let me tell you.…

It was the game of the season the game we had all been working hard to play and win, we had made it to the finals in regionals, win one more game and we are going to state. I put on my uniform and headed to the softball fields, nervous but ready to play. It was a home game, home games were always the best because everyone came to watch. We started warming up for the game, our first thing we did was throw the ball back and forth for a while, after that we got a little bit of hitting practice.…

Liam Murphy take three I get home and here that the lawn mower is running in the back yard. My grandpa usually mows the lawn but when I went to go see who was on the lawn mower it was not my grandpa. It was no one other than Liam Murphy. He sees me and smiles and waves. I smile and wave, then walk away. I go into the house and go find my grandpa and I ask him " why is Liam Murphy mowing our lawn?" Then my grandpa says " I paid him because I am getting older and I just can't do it…

more than a platform for a small figure composed of two fingers to dance along. Her hand, tightly held through the busy corridor, she glides unaware towards an unknown destination. The white surroundings sting the eyes for just a moment, but the cold air follows. In this busy maze of hallways, every person that passes by does so as if each their own wave in a passing sea. Each of these…

I glance over my shoulder, feet harshly striking the concrete like a drum. I clutch the purse with the contraband close to my chest; my face tilted down to obscure the undeniable guilt scribbles across my face. I swerve through the throng of people, praying that my uncanny ability to go unnoticed in a crowd does not abandon me at this crucial moment. "Excuse me, miss." A deep voice echoes off the concrete walls. I whirl around and see an officer with his arms crossed standing in an alleyway. My…

INNER VOICE Of course. It’s genius! It won’t cause as much pain which is a con, but other than that good choice. SHELLY Now there will be no mess. No blood to clean. They won’t even have to clean me up. Just throw me in the box and send me six feet below. The only question is where do I get them? INNER VOICE You know Mommy dearest has a whole cabinet full. The past eighteen years have taken quite the toll on her. You can take them all because as soon as you’re gone she won’t need any of them…