It was early morning. The sun had just risen, but I was already hard at work. Mop in hand, headphones in ears, I cleaned the expensive lobby floor of the Feed Corporation. Every day, six days a week, I started and ended my day here, keeping the place immaculate. Continue reading
Before being pushed against his locker, Ben could feel the imposing cloud and braced himself.
“Watch where I’m going, geek!” the hulk in the letter jacket yelled as he and his friends continued on.
Pressing his palms on the metal, Ben peeled himself off the cold surface. He ran his hands through his short hair and straightened his hoodie. The bullying had been a daily occurrence since he had transferred two weeks ago. Ben knew he was smarter than most, and true, he wasn’t athletic, but at his last school, that didn’t matter. He had never experienced the classic jock-nerd rivalry before moving here. Continue reading
This is one that I wrote with the help of my boyfriend adamvenezia.wordpress.com . He prompted me, then I wrote it, then he rewrote it. I think it’s a pretty successful compilation. It was also what inspired my effort to improve my craft. I think that this turned out well, and that everything I’ve written since has only gotten better and better. Enjoy!
Nicholas rocked back and forth, crumpled on the floor. “I feel like my head is going to explode!” he said. “I’m going crazy here. I can’t stand all these voices.”
Randal poured a tumbler of Scotch from a glass decanter. He held it down to Nicholas and said “Here. This will help.”
“Make it stop,” Nicholas said.
Randal rattled the ice cubes around in the glass to get his attention. “My private vintage,” he said.
“Make it stop,” he said again. Continue reading