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It is ungodly hot and Hamlet should shut up. “You cannot call it love, for at your age the heyday in the blood is tame, it’s humble, and waits upon the judgment,” overenunciates one of the actors while wildly gesticulating with a plastic human skull. The skull does not normally appear until Act 5, and Hamlet certainly is not waving it at his mother while lecturing her on how to control her sexual desires. The community theater auditions are going poorly. “Next!” “You may want to pay close at...
“It will be your greatest achievement,” said his editor. “Thousands of copies sold, and your name forever remembered as one of England’s greatest writers.”
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle sneered and took a drag from his pipe. “If in 100 years I am known only as the man who invented Sherlock Holmes, then I will consider my life a failure.”
Old man Mawson was a timeworn, craggy giant of a man who was older than the hills and who had been the second man to settle in that part of the country.
Who was the first man? It was Mawson’s older brother, reportedly murdered by the third brother after a mix-up of who chopped down a certain bloodred-barked dogwood tree in the third brother’s yard. Mawson, the real...
If you are reading this, then I am surely dead.
(Note to the person reading this aloud: Pause here for dramatic effect. It will drive my family insane.)
Do not pretend to be alarmed. You know I have always had a flair for the dramatic.
The morning was crisp and clean but smelled like sandy floors and clogged up anger. Kaitlyn sat with her arms around her knees, chin buried in her purple skirt. The ocean gasped and shuddered, steps from their front stoop, but she did not look at it. Her hair was pinned back in a loose braid, trailing sleepily down her rounded back, and her eyes were rimmed with hatred-colored red.
That’s Not MeWhen I regained consciousness, I couldn’t move. I don’t mean I was paralyzed, I mean I appeared to be trapped in some sort of box. I was laying on my back. My feet were touching the box below me and it felt like I was wearing dress shoes. My legs and arms could feel the box as well to either side of me. And extending my arms forward confirmed that the box was closed above me. It was pitch black and I heard what sounded like the pa...
I love days like today. Even if I can’t go outside without layering myself in various items of clothing. It takes ages to get ready on days like today, even to do the little errands. My errand today is to take my dog for a walk. That’s it. I’ve done my university coursework, I’ve done my laundry and the kitchen is sparkling. Now I need to take Jasper, even on a day like today. He’s excited to go out, even more so than n...
Monday, April 14th, 9:56 a.m.Johnny Atlas leaves his cubicle and speed-walks down the aisle, past the water stand and the receptionist’s desk, doing his utmost to avoid eye contact with his talkative coworkers. He is on his way up. Up the building, up the ranks, up the corporate ladder. And with each step away from the bland walls and stale lights of the office where he has spent the last 344 weekdays of his boring life, Johnny feels more and more like he is floating. Now is his chance to escape the dregs of the...
“Going up?” Alexa Kalaponski asked, index finger hovering over the panel.
The single other occupant in the elevator pushed his glasses up his nose and nodded. “To infinity and beyond.”
Alexa blinked because ... weird. “Uh ... is there a specific floor level in that response somewhere?”
And then the universe decided to sneeze and shake the metal box carrying the two of them up, up, and ... not up any...
FRIDAY 9:00 PMBonnie and Riley were having the time of their lives together, as usual. They loved to have sleepovers in each other´s houses but something was always missing, their dear friend named Greyson. This guy said that sleepovers were only for girls and that people from University were suspecting something else was going on between his two best friends. Nevertheless, Bonnie and Riley didn´t care about the rumors, they had decided to enjoy their lives fully no matter what others said.“Hey, bring me a cup of ...
News At Noon
By Perry Terrell
Chucky Granger’s mom and dad won enough money at the Golden Strike Casino to buy a house in the suburbs. It wasn’t the finest house out there, but it was a thousand percent better than the three room apartment they were living in on Mission Street in the city.
They moved next doo...
"C'Mon Johnny, toss me that three quarters," Marshall said.
“Ok Marsh, hurry up man let’s get outta here." Little John replied.
"Not till I got this screw loose, buddy."
In his mouth, Marshall clenched down on a bowie knife. His tongue traversed the edge of the blade. He had gotten it from a dusty old man when he was just 16 years old. John tossed up the wrench. Marshall grabbed ...
“Nia, they’re here!” my mom yelled. I stumbled out of the makeshift tent, hurriedly smoothening my hair as much as possible, and fumbled in the dark on the way back to our backyard porch. They can’t see me anyway. I forgot the flashlight in the tent but I followed the voices to the front door. I could somewhat make out their faces under the glow of the nearby streetlight.
“Hello Nia,” Mr. Sanders...
I tap my foot awkwardly, shifting my eyes around the dimly lit elevator, and try to ignore the painful silence that lingers between me and the other passenger. Just two more floors til floor five. She’s getting off there too, but most likely heading in a different direction. Just a few more seconds to go, and then this cringeworthy silence will end, and you can get in your car and leave the parking garage and go home.
It started to be a very tiring day filled with monotonous repetition that the days had come to hold. The small family of five was finding it hard to navigate the new at-home lifestyle that Covid-19 had forced them to adopt. The kids were entertained by the Morning school work and TV, the teen was on Instagram and the adults had been working vigorously throughout the day. The parents were just getting ready to take a brea...
Hello, my name is Laura today I’ll be telling you all about a quite special day in my life. It happened exactly two weeks ago so it was quite recently, for your information, I am sixteen and go to Maple wood highschool. At first, it was a completely normal day like the others. I woke up, like the usual and got ready for school. I wouldn’t want to bore you with the details of what I wore or what I ate, there was nothing ...
My name is Leah Waters. I’m a writer for WRST News. This is my podcast. My podcast program tries to bring the audience closer to the actual making of the broadcasts that we watch on TV and the internet. For that purpose I reveal my behind-the-scenes work as a professional journalist who prepares before she leaps, so to speak, onto the screen. Here you will follow my fascinating preparations and even be able to c...
There was no reason for them to take two cars. Maria had a five seater, and with each of the four girls only carrying a weekends worth of stuff in their overnight bags, there was plenty of room. The only reason for taking a seperate car was because of Sonia. Sonia had said she wanted to, and that was a good enough reason.
“It’s only a three hour drive.”
Lana said trying ...
The rain beats heavily against the sidewalk, drowning out all sound.
Figures move throughout the campus. Most are blurs, viciously disrupting the descent of the rain. Others are passive, moving at a steady pace feeling the hard pitter-patter on their shoulders.
Someone moves swiftly across the courtyard, their umbrella blocking the furious path of the droplets. Their ankle rain boots dis...
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