Who are you?”You can end this, you know.”A voice echoed around his room.“How? Who are you?” The boy asked a looming shadow.”Ha! You know who I am.” It scoffed.“Now, about ending this. Take that knife from the kitchen.”A hand pointed to his door.He imagined what it was telling him to do. “What? I can’t do that!” He declined.”Fine. Take this rope I’ve tied for you, then.” Rope shimmered in an extended shadow. “Are you crazy?! No!” he swatted the dark hand away.”Well, last option.” The darkness handed him a pistol.“One bullet: but for whom?” It cackled.The boy examined the weapon in his hands.Should I… He gripped the gun and threw it at the, now gone, shadow.“I could never do that!” He screamed.Faintly, whatever gave him the pistol, laughed.“Silly boy! You’re the one who wants it to end!”He
Kasper's UpdateHey peoples. I’m…uh, Kasper. I can’t talk very much, so I’m writing this. I sound like an eighty year old frog when I chat with Steve. Anyways, I wanted to update you guys. Most of you should know that I went to the hospital. Yeah? You know? Okay, so I’m out of that depressing place. *woo!* Well, I got stitches for that gash on my left arm. Both my arms are still bandaged because some cuts were deep, but not enough so that stitches were required. The few marks I got on my face are healed now. And good news! I don’t hear that wretched music at the ice cream place anymore! *double woo!* The shop removed that crap and now plays a song of, ahem, my choosing! I suspect Steve knows a guy over there. Isn’t that awesome, though?! Twelve times a year you get to hear the musical styling of Kasper Sly! Yeah, but I thought that was pretty cool. Oh, Steve’s back with those chicken wings I wanted. Yes! Well, I’d better go chow, so maybe I
Untitled Story: Chapter 7Even when the police showed up the ruckus beyond the door never stopped. But as the sirens were going, I heard his father shouting. A police woman stood off to the side with me as the others broke in. I desperately fought against entering with them. The officers walked out with his father being dragged behind them; he had been tazed unconscious.“Get a stretcher.” I heard someone order from inside. I couldn’t stand it anymore! I ran from the woman’s side into the destroyed living room. Two policemen were crouched next to Conner on the floor near the dining table. I couldn’t see through the tears in my eyes, so I fell to my knees. I felt the breeze of men walking by me until a gentle hand fell upon my shoulder.“Miss, can you come with me?” It was the woman I stood by with outside.“I need to go with him,” I wheezed. Man, I need to get a hold of myself!“Can you stand?” She asked, crouching down in front of me.
Untitled Story: Chapter 6CHIRP! CHIRP!Morning already? I irritably thought.My brain hurt from head-banging so much, but man it was fu-what the?! Within my enclosed fingers was someone else’s. Conner’s. Wait-Conner’s!? I started to silently panic in the quiet room.I had fallen asleep on the floor by the couch, Cristina was sprawled out in the arm chair, Felix was snoring into a pillow on the sofa; that left Conner next to me on the floor. But why were we holding hands….? I wondered. I didn’t see Brooke or Ace anywhere either.I slowly sat up, making sure I wouldn’t wake anyone. He looked so peaceful. I realized something: this was the first time any of us, excluding Cristina, had stayed over.We should really stay here, I thought. Suddenly, Conner’s fingers twitched, causing me to freeze up. All he did was take back his hand and roll over to face the couch. I let out a relieved breath and brought my warm hand to my chest. My other hand wa
Kasper's AftermathThe scent of lilac was overpowering. The smell wafted through the open windows in the living room. Early spring is my favorite season. My parents are mostly gone on work, so I have the place to myself now. I used to share it with my sister, but she…um…“Kasper! I got food!” Steve shouted through the window. He’s my best and only friend. I drove everyone, except him, away after Dory died. I was a mess.“Alright, I’m using the window.” Steve reported as he crawled inside, a bag of Subway in one hand.“Did you get my extra pickles?” I interrogated as I snatched my sandwich from the bag.“Yes, ‘master’,” he rolled his eyes and continued, “Dude, Lisa was working today.” He cat-called and then downed half of his sub in one bite.“You ask her out?” I queried between mouthfuls. Steve is the guy who comes off as a player, but he cannot talk to girls very well. He’ll hold a
Brooke's Story“The whole house is burned through. A family of three, the parents and a ten year old girl, was home and sleeping when the fire started. The bodies of Erica and Troy Calvin were found; they didn’t even wake up before the smoke inhalation took them,” the Fire Marshall told the officer.“Any word on the child’s whereabouts?” He asked, turning to gaze back at the rubble.“No, sir. She must’ve evaded the fire before it began,” the fireman explained.“I hope somebody finds her before the storm hits. The search parties can only stay out until then,” Lieutenant Jim sighed. Off in the distance thunder boomed.~~~~~~---------~~~~~~The ten year old little girl had indeed escaped the fire. Technically, she came home to it. Brooke goes into the trees to pick flowers for her mom to put in vases around the entryway almost every day. This time, she had glanced at the darkening sky to see a tower of orange clouds over the area by her h