“Where are we, what town?” My best friend of fifteen years says.
“Not sure but it’s my great uncles house, well, my house I think.”
Strolling, my eyes glance at the rotting oak tree in the front yard. Then they wander to the dingy white door, the paint peeling, the first sign of zero upkeep.
“What happened to him anyway,” Marley asked.
“He went missing, we don’t know... he’s probably dead.”
...
Well this is different, she thought. She walked this path daily, but this was new. She was a discoverer, searcher if you will. She’s been that way always, it got even more intense after her brother died.
He introduced her to the art of finding random things that are much cooler than they appear. She found use of every piece of broken metal, and old glass bottles throw within the slick leaves....
“What do you mean it’s an issue?”
He just didn’t get it did he? Why should he, it’s not like he knows that I read his text messages. He left his phone unlocked and “Andrew” wanted to know if going to “Ristorante della pace” was a good idea for this weekend. Everyone knows friends don’t go there together, that’s the only romantic restaurant in town, and I know he wouldn’t go with Andrew.
“Becaus...
Sitting lonesome at my local coffee shop, I feel a pair of eyes burning holes in the back of my head.
Looking around, everyone seems totally casual. There is a woman with three young children in the red corner booth; where I usually read. There is a man reading a newspaper sitting at the bar stool by the front window. And the three baristas; Marcus, Beatrice, and Janette.
A...
When I saw the scars I panicked. What was I supposed to do tell my friends, what would they tell me? Am I going crazy or do more people have them than I thought? When I get to school I ignore everyone around me, even my best friend. These people might not be people after all, there is way to many with the same long narrow scar behind their ears and under their chins. Is this even possible? I’ve go...
