CW - I to IAs I walked through the burning city, I couldn't help but enjoy the chaos. Bombs went off in the distance, and I could hear guns going off. As my grin grew at the sight of the corpse of a young girl, someone came up to me.
"Mom says dinner's ready."
"I'm on my way."
I paused to my character I's profile before heading down to eat.
CW - Moms LectureWhen my mother entered the room, my heart sank. From the look in her eyes, I knew I was doomed. I was gonna get it. I was gonna hear that lecture again. I feel like it's one of her favorite things to do: lecture.
As she reached me, I sank in my chair. Here she goes again
"Alright, class," she began. "Today, we'll learn about the Civil War."
CW - CrapI have studied long and hard for this test.
I've studied all night and day for this.
I shall pass with flying colors.
I have entered the class now.
Nothing but a pencil
is on my desk as
of this moment.
know that this
test would be on
that subject. I am
freaking out because of
this! My brain does not have a
clue about this! I'm stressing out!
Somebody please help me! I did not
study for today's random eye exam!
CW - Dust StormVery few disasters have caused a massive effect on the town of Tomahawk, Texas. However, we never expected the coming of a dust storm.
The day was an ordinary morning. The temperature was in the mid 80s. People were on their rounds around town. The Saloon was already half full and there were a few people at the bank. I was on my way to the train station. I was on my way to San José, a nice town south of Tomahawk, to visit my mother. Her ill nature had reached my ear and I was requested by my brother Tyler to meet him at the train station so we could travel together. The rest of the plan was to meet our brother Bill in San José and he'd take us to mom's place.
I reached the station earlier than planned. I sat down on a nearby bench as a small herd of horses moved along in front of me to the barn next to the station. I turned my head to the right, seeing my brother. However, he was running towards me as if he was late. But he wasn't late, and the train wasn't even here yet. Why
CW - Case ClosedIt was the kind of face that only a mother could love, and that would only be if that mother was blind in one eye and had a milky film over the other eye. Warts and scars played Tic-Tac-Toe all over his filthy mug. It was hard to tell which was winning. But that didn't matter to me anymore.
Still, I stared him down; taking one long look into his good eye, or what was his good eye. The other had just been destroyed maliciously due to the shootout we just had.I mean, he was Taylor "The Godson" Jones, a murdering scumbag from the back alleyways of Chicago, Illinois. He's killed hundreds of innocent civilians as well as members of rival gangs and mobs all around Chicago, New York, Los Angeles, and who knows where else. But finally, after five long years, I finally got him.
Usually, I'd take this man over to the police. Those guys would love to jail him for life. The Godson has been taking out law enforcers as well as anyone else that stood in his way for five years now. But I wo
CW - The Lost LocketIt was an unordinary day
with a sky of gray
and my breath being taken away.
It was when I first noticed Winnie.
She put her hand through her wavy hair
and had a without-a-care
kind of smile on her.
I couldn't help but stare
at her and dare
to think about being there
It was then when I saw
a perfectly heart shaped locket
dangle from her pocket.
She caught hold of it as she got closer
and quickly put it back in her pocket
as I wondered who the locket was from.
And then she disappeared
for what I feared
would be forever.
For the next week I searched for her,
but my chances seemed to grow weaker
until I reached a peak of nothing.
So I thought of going one more time.
And I saw it.
I found the locket on the ground,
bound to be stepped on
or kicked around.
So I picked it up and it opened on itself.
Inside was Winnie in the right bit,
showing her unique smile.
To the left was a picture of a man
who looked too much like her.
What did this indicate?
All I knew was that
CW - A long time from now in decades far, far awayGardner News
June 2, 2039
It's been 25 years since the Class of 2014 graduated Oakmont Regional High School, and now a 25th Anniversary Banquet for the Class of 2014 is being held at the Oakmont Cafeteria. In the corner, a DJ played some music next to the food tables. The alumni could be seen chatting away to all of their friends: catching up on their lives, gossiping about the present, and reminiscing on the old days.
Our job was to interview one of the members about where they were today, and we found Megan Elizabeth Bernard.
GN: So, Megan, how are you today? Were you excited to see all of your former classmates today?
Megan: I'm doing well! I was excited to see everyone again. I mean, I'm not as emotional as some of my friends, but I am glad to see my friends again. I wasn't necessarily a fan of how they found me.
GN: And how did they find you?
Megan: They jumped up behind me and shouted my name. I'm not a fan of being surprised.
GN: Ok then. So, what are you doing now?
Megan: I am
CW - A Batch of EvilIngredients:
1 pound of Neglection
1 tablespoon of Hatred
2 cups of Insanity
5 cups of Back-story
1 tablespoon of Respect
1 cooking tray
We start making one's batch of evil by putting 1 pound of Neglection, a half tablespoon of Hatred, and 1 cup of Insanity into the mixing bowl and mash them together with the mixing spoon. When mixed, add the second cup of Insanity.
Over the years, an evil being has spent time being neglected by the one's they idolized. They try their best to prove themselves to their superiors and to their friends, only to be dismissed and uncared for. Over the years, they begin to hate those they use to idolize. They begin to hate their neighbors, their pets, and their society. They begin to hate the government and everything it stands for. They begin to h
CW - RememberEight seniors, including myself, sat in the band room for the last time. We were all about to leave the world of the Marching Spartans and move on into our lives. None of us would forget anything that happened in our time here. From six years to one, we each had many things to remember, and every memory was something we could share.
We remembered our first band meeting in June. We remembered meeting the students that would become our friends, boyfriends, or girlfriends, and the staff that would become our inspirations. We remembered our first warm ups, our first drill lesson, our first sectional. We remembered our first song, our first step, our first show. We remembered our first band camp, our first senior night, and our first performance on the practice field before performing our first march-off. We remembered our first Saturday rehearsal, our first meeting with Mr. Lutz, and our first band bus trip to our first competition, including that one time when the bus broke down.