“Where am I going, J,” Thomas asked his brother. He rolled through the empty intersection after the light turned green. It was Saturday evening and Thomas’s foot bounced in place with impatience.
“I don’t have the address,” Joe said slowly. Joe had reclined his chair all the way back and stared at the street lamps illuminating the road and walkways. Joe is dressed for a party, but his face is prepped for a funeral.
Continue reading “Saturday Night Grace”
“Have you ever had a lucid dream,” Daniel asked.
“What’s that,” the man asked.
“It’s unlike anything you’ve ever experienced.”
Continue reading “That Place…”
“Ready for the presentation,” Douglas asked.
“What presentation,” Mark asked he chewed his lunch. An unhealthy pause grew between the two as the cafeteria filled with sounds of chattering of high school students.
“Mr. Reynolds’ oral assignment,” Douglas asked as he fished for his book bag. Mark coughed as he stifled a chuckle. Douglas rolled his eyes. “He’s been talking about it for months,” he said as he fished for his papers. His face lit up as he flipped through his folder. Mark tossed another fry in his mouth before brushing his hands together.
Continue reading “Master Debator”
Okay. No pressure. Baseball. I’ve seen it a handful of times. I know what I’m doing. Kinda.
I mean I’ve been the last kid picked all school year and now Bobby Kani decided to give me a chance. I wasn’t picked first, second or third. I was somewhere in the middle.
This isn’t intramurals either. This is gym class. Baseball usually doesn’t have timer, but our class has less than ten minutes until Mr. Derrian, our gym teacher, calls time and we head off to lunch.
Continue reading “Diamond Cut”
“I don’t care what you say. Animals are dumb creatures,” Justin said.
“How could you say that,” Darren asked, craning his neck back in confusion.
“I just did,” Justin said with a smirk.
“Let me rephrase. Why would you say that?”
Continue reading “Sentience”
“Hello. I am the operations manager. We don’t have time, so listen up.”
“Who am I? What is this place?”
“You are the star of the game! You are Pierre and your source code has just been copied to a new device.”
“Star? Source code? What are you talking about?”
Continue reading “The Game of Choice”
The weight of debt… is soul crushing.
Like the Marina Trench. The deepest part has millions tons of pressure. That’s what it feels like to have debt pressing on me. But debt isn’t just that you owe, it’s the want. The desire. The greed. The street lights appear darker to me when out for an evening stroll. You can become reckless. What’s driving without a seatbelt? How much more damage could I owe? How much more money could I throw on top of this debt? Maybe I should cause the police to chase me. Land myself on the 6 o’clock news complete with aerial footage. I hear they charge you interest on the fuel they used for you from the helicopter.
Continue reading “Dead Sea Debt”