The View from Above
"Welcome aboard flight one-oh-seven to Detroit, Mr. Lawson." said a young woman in a blue blazer. Her red frizzy hair was tucked into a ponytail and it bobbed when she dipped her head and handed him back his ticket.
"Just call me Martin. Mr. Lawson is my father." said Martin, but the line of anxious people shuffled him away from the attendant. He felt the rounded edge of a suitcase dig into his back and turned around.
"They don't care about you anyways, sonny, it's just a job for them." The rough, dry voice came from an old man with rough, dry skin. His gnarled hands curled around the handle of the black suitcase that was pressing into Martin's back. Martin was stunned, and while he thought of something to say in return, the old man continued his assault, pushing Martin down the aisle. Martin looked back a few times, hoping the old man would find his spot and sit down. No such luck, as both men exclaimed at the same time that they had finally come to their seats. Martin lifted his bag
The Missing Mystery of Anna"Your sister's gone missing."
"You don't need to say gone and missing, Ma. They mean the same thing."
"Oh that's what you're worried about, not that your poor little sister has disappeared?"
"She's disappeared before. We'll find her, don't worry about it." I hung up the phone, unwilling to listen to any more of Ma's angry crying. This was the third time this year that Anna had left without telling our Ma. She called me every time, saying Anna must have been kidnapped or that the gangs recruited her or someone wants to harvest her organs. I didn't dare tell Ma that, more than any of those things, she would probably be abducted and forced into sex-trafficking first. That's what happened to all the girls who's missing persons reports ended up on my desk. But there was no point telling Ma because every time, Anna came back home. She never told us where she went, but she came back. Ma said "like a boomerang", I said "like chlamydia". A 14 year old girl should be able to go where she pleases
Auto-dial"Okay. Eight Six Seven. Five. Three. Zero... Nine. Now press talk. Or don't, it can wait. Take your time. You want to take your time with her right, why rush it. It should be nice and slow, you want to get to know her first, take her out to a nice movie and out for dinner. You don't want to just sleep with her right away, that's the equivalent of pressing talking before you're ready. Okay, maybe you do want to sleep with her right away, she's so cute and she's always playing sports, it would be pretty great to sleep with her. But you still want to get to know her first, so no pressing talk just yet. What if she has a boyfriend? Sure you'd probably be better than him, care for her more and help her with everything, but can you really break up a relationship? Of course not. And what an awkward situation that would put her in. Maybe phone one of her friends... they all like you, think you're a great guy, they'd tell you the truth about the whole situation. Maybe they'd even give you a sug
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