Honestly, I never imagined he would take me up on my offer. I mean it is preposterous, but here I am standing outside an apartment in the rain and holding a hammer. I grabbed the first one I could find and sizing it up I think it may have been too much hammer for me. Strangely, the head has ridges, and it weighs a ton. I took the biggest one from my dad’s collection. I…
The colony represented darkness, fear, and unease while the world on the other side of the portal felt warm, inviting, and peaceful. She longed to stay and feel warmth.
A curve ball slid to the right. The tall batter reached a bit to strike the ball dead center. It curved up over the shortstop and aimed for the center field fence. The outfielder ran back and dove up as the ball sailed over into the crowd, which rushed to find the ball.
“Ready,” the squad officer shouted out. I stood at the ready waiting for the order to shoot. Five rifles with laser sights pointed at the target dancing with my heartbeat. I took a short breath. The laser lights danced again. “Citizen, society demands control, which you have none of.” The words bounced in my rattled head. “You will learn to control your impulses. Or the dead will pile up.” Freedom or conformity. Transformation or tradition.…
That’s when he realized why there was no sound. He could no longer hear the tires, or the wind, or the fan because he was not alive. He cried out in anguish and heard nothing come from his mouth. Then he realized the truth: ghosts don’t hear because they don’t make any sound.
“I like neither,” said Tom, a high school freshman and rarely listened to. “For me, it’s all about the electric guitar.” He played an air guitar slide, which no one paid attention too.
Jenny ripped the tiny hole in her jeans on the door as she rushed from her mother’s hospital room. Her mother had just died and all she could think about was a simple question: did mom love me? Jenny rubbed the threads and sobbed.
uit her and gave her recognition by the doormen and the other singers. He met her backstage near a sticky spot of the floor where too much champagne spilled and no one bothered to mop it up.
The remaining packages sat near the green door waiting for the next thief and all of them contained something messy and ugly. Our homeowner spied the woman’s face on his phone. Lovely. She likely won’t come back. Too bad she only took the small box. The biggest package contained the head of the last guy who tried to steal from him. A cold, wet, sticky, nasty, bloody head.
His forehead and forearm hurt from the scraping and bouncing through the rock slide. He managed to grab the tree at the last minute. Another foot and he would be dead at the bottom. Arthur closed his eyes and dared not to look at the canyon floor.