Bubbles rise up from the dark waters as the heavy body falls into the depths of the lake. I look up into the foggy gray skies. The atmosphere delivers a dreadful gloom, and it has every right to. It wouldn't make sense for there to be sunny, bright blue skies while I watched my best friend drown in the very lake we used to swim in as teenagers.

"That's one heavy son of a bitch", Paulie sighed, t...

My face must be as red as a stop sign as she walks into the room. The curled ends of her hair bounce, indicating a fresh blow out from a top-tier salon, one I'm sure she has more than enough money to afford. Her large-rimmed Versace sunglasses, likely placed to block us "poor peasants" out of her view, as if the rest of us in the room are just too broke to be in her line of sight. Her short, black...