Cameron sat at his desk, blankly staring at the white luminescent screen displaying a blank page of his word document. How had he done this so many times before? How did this night go when he wrote his bestseller? Did he eat pizza rolls then too or did he eat a turkey sandwich with Doritos? … Continue reading Hashes, Dashes, and Strokes
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Two Faces
David picked up the cylindrical can and popped the purple top off and set it on the counter next to the sink. He hit the plunger and sprayed the tight pressurized blue gel into his calloused hands. He looked in the toothpaste-stained mirror at his two weeks’ worth of facial hair, lengthy enough to look … Continue reading Two Faces
The Breakout
Liam stuck close to the corner, careful to make sure the red hall light above didn’t cast his silhouette on the wall. He inched forward and slowly peaked his eye around the corner. He saw one guard, the overseer, the keeper of the gate. The guard, called Mammoth by the inmates due to his size … Continue reading The Breakout
Needles Everywhere
“Can I get some units over to three-seventeen north Oak for a full arrest? Caller says her husband was just clutching his chest and collapsed.” squawked the dispatcher over the radio. Harry reached for his radio mic clipped to his left shoulder. “Twenty-five, I’m right down the street.” Harry reached down to the center console … Continue reading Needles Everywhere
Going Negative
I hate going negative. I worked hard to keep my 3.27 K/D and this is killing it. Going 8 kills with 17 deaths is terrible. Just another piss poor effort to add on to the other horrible games I’ve had. “Hey kiddo, I’m going to put your clothes away,” said my tiny, fragile mom as … Continue reading Going Negative
