The Attic Door

"Mason are you here for therapy?" requested Dr. Stiner, as he casually moved towards Mason, who was in the shadow of building half way into the night. The moon was high in the sky, creating small shadows in which Mason hid. Mason only nodded in response. "Follow me towards the movie theater," uttered Dr. Stiner. He proceeded to jaunt towards the theater with Mason close behind. The way Mason paced himself only made it seem like he was having a struggle keeping up with the doctor. The walk lasted…

Griffin and his family lived in a very wealthy neighborhood with security cameras surrounding it. When he came home that afternoon he flung the door open expecting for his kids to come running up to see him but, it didn’t happen. A heavy silence filled the air. Griffin walked into the kitchen and saw a puddle of blood right by the sink and the back door open. He searched the whole house starting with James, he first born son’s, room. Nothing was misplaced or out of the ordinary except for the…

The garage door slowly creaks up as I wait to get started. As it rises above my head I stroll outside onto my driveway. The cool breeze whisks through my hair as I stare up into the cloudless night sky. I take a deep breath through my nose and take long, deliberate strides to the end of my driveway. As I reach my black mailbox, I look to my left at the barren streets, illuminated only by the yellow streetlights, and on my right, a dark, menacing hill with one yellow light at the base and a small…

I kneeled down on the roof of an abandoned apartment, watching my next prey. I aimed the SR25 American sniper at the person’s head, click goes the sound of the trigger, before I could look up I saw my victim's body lying limp on fresh concrete with at a puddle of blood surrounding them and one perfect bullet hole through their head. Bystanders immediately pulled out their phones forming a circle around the body. I picked up the sniper, slung it around my back and walked down the steps of the…

Our conversation was interrupted several times by locals who approached me to introduce themselves. Most of them were big, burly and sported jeans and a wife beater. Despite what they wore, they were polite, even courtly, as they sidled up to my bar stool to chat, or, in the case of Jac, just flirt shamelessly. Jaq was a self-proclaimed bachelor. “Gigantic fudge pooping llama alien!” I heard Woody yell from the kitchen. I blinked. Red laughed and rolled her eyes. "That’s my husband, ever the…

him out unconscious, as footsteps could be heard gradually getting louder, and louder by the second, when it all stopped. Moments later he gains consciousness and everything around him begin to blur. Luke examines the room when suddenly a door opens. As the door opens, a man with bulky arms walks in, giving Luke a cold icy stare. “I've…

Darius Smith 11 October 2015 English 242 Instructor Bonds Sinking Into Quicksand Edith Wharton's “The Quicksand” is full of symbols and meanings, but two stand out particularly well in the story: the name of the newspaper, the Radiator and the title of the story itself. The newspaper's name was likely chosen because of the definition of the word radiator. A radiator transfers heat or cold, but usually heat, from one space to another. As explained in the story, Mrs. Quentin's husband (Alan's…

” “Ritsu, no one is here, stop being a baby!” Kisa snapped, over his friends constantly whining as they tiptoed through the dark room. “This is a bad idea, and it’s probably illegal now that I think about it.” “We already broke through the back door, we’ve passed the threshold of illegal activity. Also is it breaking in if they hid their key right under the mat? That's almost like they wanted someone to break in.” Ritsu shuffled behind Kisa, uncomfortable with the whole situation. If it was…

Fire! Now you may be wondering, what do you mean “Fire!” Fire! As in the Triangle Factory Fire. All these dangers, all these unfortunate girls. Couldn’t they have survived? Welcome to my essay on The Triangle Factory Fire. First of all, what caused this terrible disaster? Many different factors played into this. Was it just a spontaneous fire? It is said in Flesh and Blood so Cheap that the fire was most likely caused by a still lit cigarette thrown into a waste basket. They also say “We…

The Floor of Discrimination “Ding” the silver metal elevator whispers. A young African American enters the small silver box and recognizes a familiar face. She was an older white woman who lived down the hall. Wearing a fancy purple dress, she crammed herself into the far back corner of the elevator. She looked like she had just seen a rat, with her face as white as snow and full of fear. ‘Do you want to come up?’ the young boy asked. ‘No’ she responds in a high pitched whisper and quickly…