First Brush with DeathIt's 8:30 a.m. Las Vegas time. We've called a taxi, bright yellow, with a stereotypical Indian driver. My older sister, who has taken the driver's side backseat in every car we've ever driven in, sits in the passenger side seat today so that she can get out sooner when we drop her and my mother off for shopping, across town. I'm sitting in the backseat, drinking a milkshake for breakfast out of a cup shaped like the Luxor pyramid. We drop them off, while Dad and I decide to just head back to the hotel and gamble until lunch. The fastest way back is along the highway that skirts around the edge of Las Vegas and avoids the walking traffic of downtown. The turn off the highway is a left turn. I'm still slurping chocolate milkshake through the straw when I see it. A massive white SUV is barreling down the highway, as it should be. The taxi driver figured we could make it across in time but he figured wrong. Time slows down as I'm helpless but to watch the SUV slam into us at what will late
And Life Moves OnThough I am but a humble cage,
his death filled me with incredible rage.
Why is he gone?
I asked myself.
Why was he cursed
with such deleterious health?
They fed him right,
he got lots of sleep at night,
they let him out to fly
and get his exercise.
Was it just his time
to leave us?
Was it just his time
I just can't believe this.
I'll never get to see him grow.
I've hardly had a day to mourn
before the paper from beneath me was torn.
And now they're bringing in a newborn.
I could've sworn
that they loved him too,
that he'd leave a hole inside their hearts.
They should be blue
without his chirp between my metal bars.
But here she is
a brand new bird.
She's so young,
she's barely stirred.
She needs a manly cage like me
to protect her from the world
I hope that's okay with you, my friend,
down in the underworld.
The Detective's Tip-off"I need your help." He said quietly as he pulled her arm towards him. She leaned in close.
"I need your help." He repeated so she could hear this time. Her eyebrows furled and she glanced at the table. He had ketchup, salt and pepper... vinegar! That must be what he wants.
"I'll get you some vinegar right away sir." she said and smiled sweetly at him. She was proud of always being a step ahead of the customers, she felt it meant she was doing her job right, and it was usually reflected so in her tip. She had worked at the Tresco diner out on highway 98 for twenty-two years, and she didn't keep her job by being bad at it. So it made her surprised when the mad didn't let go of her arm.
"No, I need you to help me with something else." he said. With his other hand he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He kept it underneath the table so that only she could see as he flipped it open. There was a large gold crest that identified him as a detective. She started to worry. Did he
All's Fair in Vampires and Werewolves"Hey man, I heard about you and Bella, that's too bad." Noel swung his arm around his friends shoulder and pulled him tight. Jacob's hands were stuffed into his jeans pockets and when Noel pulled, he almost made Jacob fall over. He had to pull his hands out to steady himself, so Noel's tactic worked.
"C'mon, it's not all that bad. She's not even that great a girl anyways."
"That's my girlfriend you're talking about."
"Ex-girlfriend. If you can even call her that, she never acknowledged you. Did you guys even kiss?"
"Sure... once... when no one could see."
"Right. And what kind of psycho crazy girl would hold a race to see which guy could date her?" Noel rolled his eyes and waggled his finger around the side of his head. Jacob tried to swat it away but Noel moved his hand in time. The guy was really off his game, maybe this girl thing hurt more than he thought.
"It just wasn't fair." said Jacob.
"She knew the path would take us past those beehives. It's like she wanted me to lose."
RevengeDear Mr. Solito,
I'm sorry. I went too far. Maybe you thought that the ever-escalating pranks were some form of bonding with your student, or maybe you were showing off so that the other kids would like you, but to me it was just teasing. Using my name instead of famous people's names in history? That's okay, it's kind of funny, except when you make me Hitler. Putting a kick me sign on my back? Childish, but ultimately funny. But putting a big pink ribbon on my head and having it stay there all day? As if I didn't have enough problems already, with people thinking I'm gay. That's just mean and you should've known it. So yeah, I'm sorry, but not that sorry. And anyways, it was the perfect prank. You have short little dinosaur arms like a T-rex. I had a packet of itching powder that I could drop on your back and you'd never be able to reach to scratch it. I didn't mind that it wasn't as boisterious and noticable as your pranks on me. All that matters is that I know I got you good, and th
Tough Choices"There it is. She's a real beaut, eh?" said Chris. He was pointing at the yellowed stone door. Pictures were inscribed all over its face in brilliant reds and blacks. It was at least three times taller than him. But most importantly, it was their last obstacle.
"How do you think we get past this one?" asked Jodie. They'd already figured out the timing pattern on a hallway full of swinging weaponry and figured out the solution to a matching problem as the walls slid towards them and threatened to squish their bodies to pulp, as well as a handful of other deadly traps. Before that they had to steal the map from an adventurer, steal a boat from a tourist company, and steal a car from a taxi driver. This doorway was the last barrier between them and eternal riches. Chris ran his hand along the wall and felt a distinctive difference between the red and black paint. The red painted was raised up and it was connected as if the painter had never lifted their brush off the canvas. Chris pointed
Orange You Glad I Wrote?Dearest Reginald,
I have found the most extraordinary fruit here on my travels in the tropics. It is a nearly perfect sphere, like those little white balls in that sport you keep trying have me play, right down to the little dimples, though it's big enough to fill my hand. There is a skin on the outside, and the locals tend to peel it in such a way that it looks like and elephant. Silly me, you won't know what an elephant is, but I assure you the image is quite correct. I have also seen them peel it into beautiful spirals. I would almost call it art, if the people who created it weren't such savages the rest of the time. The fruit, on the other hand, is amazing. Its skin is a bright color, a sort of mix between red and yellow. If you took your Aunt Madeline's hair color and blended it with the light of the sun, you'd be on the right track. The fruit inside is what is truly amazing. It's sectioned off into pieces shaped like the moon at quarter-full. Each slice has a thin skin, and insi
The Church of SheenAtlazul lit the lamps with his torch as he walked down the spiral stone staircase. Not that the seven disciples behind him could see anyways with their eyes covered in sacred cloth, but he felt it added to the magic of the ritual. The first disciple held his hand, and the disciple behind him held the first's, as they formed a long chain. They were nearing the ritual room. Atlazul could tell because the air was changing. It was cold, and smelled like mold and moss. When they had all entered the room, Atlazul slammed the door shut for effect and watched as shivers crawled up the disciples' spines. He uncovered their eyes and told them to sit down. There were seven granite seats arranged in a semi-circle. In front of them was a perfectly smooth and flat wall. Atlazul stood to one side and pulled out his wand. He waved it at the projector in the back of the room, and an image was display on the wall. As soon as the disciples saw it, they bowed their heads in reverence. It was a man's face,
Open Your Eyes"I have to admit, I never expected to see you here." She sat down on the couch as he spoke. She pressed her hands into the cushions on either side, as if she might fall over at any second. He sat on the edge of his desk. His feet swung slowly beneath him as he admired the stunning creature in front of him. It was true, he never expected this girl to be in his office, or to ever see her again at all.
"It's not too weird, is it? You always helped me out in school, so when I saw your name in the phonebook it felt like a sign." She leaned towards him, every inch of her begging for help. He was in no hurry to start talking about her problems, and shatter the perfect image he had of this woman, so instead he drank her in. Blonde hair curled around her shoulders and framed her face, a face that always looked child-like and exuberant. Her body was small and firm. Back in school he never had the chance to ask her, but he was certain she must have been a gymnast.
"Not at all. I'm not at liberty