“Joey! Oh my God, what happened to you!?”
“Hey Tara,” I smiled calmly, pretending I didn’t feel the stitches holding my cheek together ache, “Just ran into some angry birds.”
Her horrified bright blue eyes narrowed in frustration at my answer. “You need to give real answers when there are real problems,” She hissed out of concern as she slipped on a pair of clear latex gloves to take over the table, “It’s like you want to be impossible to help when you actually need it. You dropped off the earth for hours yesterday and now you look like this?! What really happened, Joey?&
“No Joey, tomorrow’s Saturday. You know fully well that it’s going to be busy. You’d better be dying if you’re calling off.”
“What a bitch.”
I was so glad my phone was on speaker! Laughter was almost the death of me as the old woman two seats from me in the ER stated that three word sentence. My boss was flipping out about it on the other side of the line, demanding who that was, but I could barely breathe much less answer. Even Peter started cracking up, finding it contagious which was especially good because ever since he realized my gashes weren’t going to stop bleeding he’
“Na, I’m alright. Banged up, but alright. The concern really does mean a lot though, and I’d appreciate it if you could help me pass it along to the others too. One of the other ‘recruits’ is giving me a lift back to New Pines. I’ll see you tomorrow Tara.” She returned the farewell before we hung up our perspective phones and my gaze drifted out the window, watching the trees leave blurs as we sped along the highway. “Thanks for the lift Pete.”
“Don’t mention it...” His meek voice mumbled before trailing off. I could hear his fingers tap the steering wheel but an
My eyes slowly cracked open to embrace the all encompassing darkness surrounding me, but grimacing as even the faintest movement brought me pain I didn’t need light to see how screwed I was. The entire left side of my face was aching, I could feel my fingers tingle as what felt like rope tied them together tightly behind my back, and I was curled up in a ball due to lack of space. The fuzzy, itchy floor was vibrating, and every now and then I slammed into one of the walls around me as an invisible force yanked me into it without warning. Racking my brain, I had a pretty solid guess where I was.
The trunk of that black sports car, dr
The Story Slayers: Prologue by Just-Strike, literature
Literature
The Story Slayers: Prologue
“Would you like that for here or to go?”
“Depends, when do you get off work?”
Dead serious with a voice as cold as ice, the unrelenting gaze from the man on the far side of my register reduced me to stutters. Maybe if the guy didn’t look as...shady I guess, as he did it would be different, but he was dressed to walk outside and stab a vampire in the heart. Or just flat out assassinate someone. Either or. Midnight black trench coat revealing a crimson shirt wrapped in chains, he wore rugged damaged jeans and a wide flat brimmed hat casting a heavy shadow over his deep brown eyes, making him look even more me
“Joey! Oh my God, what happened to you!?”
“Hey Tara,” I smiled calmly, pretending I didn’t feel the stitches holding my cheek together ache, “Just ran into some angry birds.”
Her horrified bright blue eyes narrowed in frustration at my answer. “You need to give real answers when there are real problems,” She hissed out of concern as she slipped on a pair of clear latex gloves to take over the table, “It’s like you want to be impossible to help when you actually need it. You dropped off the earth for hours yesterday and now you look like this?! What really happened, Joey?&
“No Joey, tomorrow’s Saturday. You know fully well that it’s going to be busy. You’d better be dying if you’re calling off.”
“What a bitch.”
I was so glad my phone was on speaker! Laughter was almost the death of me as the old woman two seats from me in the ER stated that three word sentence. My boss was flipping out about it on the other side of the line, demanding who that was, but I could barely breathe much less answer. Even Peter started cracking up, finding it contagious which was especially good because ever since he realized my gashes weren’t going to stop bleeding he’
“Na, I’m alright. Banged up, but alright. The concern really does mean a lot though, and I’d appreciate it if you could help me pass it along to the others too. One of the other ‘recruits’ is giving me a lift back to New Pines. I’ll see you tomorrow Tara.” She returned the farewell before we hung up our perspective phones and my gaze drifted out the window, watching the trees leave blurs as we sped along the highway. “Thanks for the lift Pete.”
“Don’t mention it...” His meek voice mumbled before trailing off. I could hear his fingers tap the steering wheel but an
My eyes slowly cracked open to embrace the all encompassing darkness surrounding me, but grimacing as even the faintest movement brought me pain I didn’t need light to see how screwed I was. The entire left side of my face was aching, I could feel my fingers tingle as what felt like rope tied them together tightly behind my back, and I was curled up in a ball due to lack of space. The fuzzy, itchy floor was vibrating, and every now and then I slammed into one of the walls around me as an invisible force yanked me into it without warning. Racking my brain, I had a pretty solid guess where I was.
The trunk of that black sports car, dr
Confessions of a King Literature Contest by Writers--club, journal
Confessions of a King Literature Contest
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The Loudest Echoes, Chapter 1: Classics by RhysRavera, literature
Literature
The Loudest Echoes, Chapter 1: Classics
They say it starts with tension, but this war had no warning shot. England invaded quickly, shutting Italy down, stealing away those with special talents.
"Special talents?" I said aloud. It seemed weird. But I could recall now seeing on the weekly news broadcasts, three reports in particular. The first, someone was murdered. An average reporting except the victim was frozen solid. The second, waving blackouts on power grids that weren't even connected. And the last, things as large as buses being thrown at policemen to avoid the merciful hands of the crown. I remembered this perfectly. But was that Laraine? 4058. That was ten years ago. So
I work Fast Food until I can find a job in Graphic Design, and despite that I burn myself constantly, I have hands with scars that reach for the stars.
Thanks a lot! That really means a lot to me, this whole time I've been like "I hope this idea isn't too out there" and now I'm like "Yes! It's not too out there!"