Deeper and Deeper we trek into the woods. We must be at least almost two miles in by now as my throat begins to feel parch. What does he want with me and why me? I keep asking myself as I focus on hatching a plan.
Chuy barked, tilted his head and sniffed the air. “What is it, boy?” I bent down and patted his head. Chuy barked again but before I could get a hold on his leash, Chuy shot into the woods. “Chuy, wait!” I yelled and ran after him. Running after him was like running after a car.…
Do you believe in karma? If you do, you will know better than forcing me out of my home of 50 years. All because of what? To build your subdivision? If you think you can offer me money to appease what you’ve done, you’ve got another thing coming. I am going to make this land…
I saw him. There’s no mistaking him. Beside the peppery gray hair and the stubble around his mouth, he looked the same as he was twenty years ago.
“I feel so stupid.” He muttered, smoothing his hair before putting on the baseball cap. “How do we even know he’s gonna show?”
“Can I light it now?” He asked excitedly.
“I can’t do it!” Abby grunted, staring at the bowl of dirt before her.
Beneath the roof of her family barn, Tilly hugged her duct-taped boots and cried like her world was on the verge of a collapse.
After over five years spent trying to make her way out of the wilderness, she had surrendered just about every shred of humanity.
Shortly after midnight, a frantic call to the police was placed. “He’s here! T-the fugitive from the news. I-I see him.”
A bloodcurdling scream broke the morning silence as a jogger discovered the beheaded body of Joshua Soup. “What’s wrong?”
“Mister, are you all right?” I looked down and saw a little girl pulling at my pant leg.
“That’s odd, didn’t you say that couple’s going to take the boat for the night?”
He climbed to the top of the hill and leaned against the tree. He tore his shirt open as an attempt to stop the fiery pain in his chest.
It was one clear night. The year was 1955 in small town, Kansas.
“What’s that man doing outside?” Mother said, shaking her head.
The moment I entered, all the camera immediately trained on me and at once, two dozen soldiers ran toward me carrying rifles.
When his sister ran away from home, he was fourteen, she was twelve.
I knew something wasn’t right the moment I stepped out of the office. My surroundings hissed and hummed noisily with warnings of a storm.
Somewhere in New York, 1920’s In a hidden alley behind the Pearl Dinner, she waited in a trench coat over her long black dress.
“You said it’s supposed to work,” Angrily, he rammed his fist into the wall.
“R-run!” Mary screamed but I didn’t need her warning to start running.
In leather jacket, tight pants, and knee-high boots, she strode into the abandoned warehouse.