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.
CW - Take FiveIt's common for people to take a break or two during work. Maybe it's because they need some air or a snack, or maybe they just need to go to the bathroom. Some people even take a break to have a chat about what they plan to do when they get out of work. But when's the last time someone's ever taken a break from everything? When have people ever just put their stuff down, sat on a couch, and just thought about good life is?
Marching band's always been a tough program in my school. During most of my time with them, we have been one of the best marching bands in the state. Now how does that happen? I think that it's because marching band here is a year-long program. That's right: we start our seasons in June just before the previous school year is over and we end our seasons in May on Memorial Day. We don't have many rehearsals during June and July, but we have a week-long Band Camp the first full week of August and then the rehearsals take over our lives. We rehearse Tuesdays and Thursd
CW - Oh What Sibilings Are WeOn the couch in the living room
are two hyper humans with Wii remotes
staring at a TV screen.
We play fair as we giggle away,
each of us trying out best
to push the other off the couch.
A small table on each side of the couch
held a fizzing Fanta and some Pringles to Pop.
Oh, what siblings are we.
We never fought in reality,
but we had fun
beating each other senseless
on the shining screen.
My sister with her Ariel character
and I with my Stitch character
were saving the Disney Universe
one character at a time,
one movie at a time,
and one movie at a time.
Oh, what silly siblings are we.
Another game would take us both
to the size of a toy.
We had great shoot-outs in a barn,
in the west,
and in space.
Woody, Buzz, and the rest of the gang
helped us practice our targeting skills
for the ride that the game is based from:
Toy Story Midway Mania.
Oh, what tactical siblings are we.
One more game brings us joy.
It's one of our favorite games:
We will play as our Miis most of the
CW - Snow White's SCARY AdventureI never truly thought that the Happiest Place on Earth could make kids cry.
I was sitting on a little wall behind Cinderella's Castle, which was the ugliest shade of pink. It was their 25th year anniversary, and the castle was turned into a cake. But why did it have to be pink? It made no sense to me. Why couldn't it have been a white cake? Then it would have been my favorite cake
"What the heck?" I muttered from surprise. That was NOT a sound I was expecting. "Where did that come from?"
I looked around. A good chunk of people were looking around, probably for the cause of that wail. One pair of parents to my left looked at their children, as if they thought that the cry came from their children. I wondered around, heading towards the 'Prince Charming Regal Carrousel,' but I still couldn't find it. I looked left towards the 'Legend of the Lion King' show, but nothing seemed off from that. So I looked right.
Suddenly, I found see the cause of the sound. A littl
CW - Who I Met at Casey's Corner"Thank you," I sighed as I lifted the tray from the counter as the chirpy, red-headed waitress. The smell of good ol' hot dogs grilled just right along with the scent of the fries somehow made me want to eat the food on my tray right there in the exit line. But, I wasn't done yet. My break had only just begun.
I walked up to the window where I could see the Plaza, a nice restaurant on the other side of Main Street, USA in Walt Disney World. Casey's Corner was a sports themed fast food spot with an order room and another room farther back for parents to bring their kids so they could eat food on a platform with what resembled the stands at any football or baseball stadium while watching some old sports cartoons that the Disney Company had made back when Walt Disney was alive.
At the window, I was busy putting some more salt onto my fries as well as some ketchup. I filled up my medium soda cup with some ice and then I filled it with as much Sprite as I could. I finally took out a straw a