Brandon Wai
This is me just shooting the shit and building my writing universe. I hope these are at least entertaining.
Brandon Wai
This is me just shooting the shit and building my writing universe. I hope these are at least entertaining.
This is me just shooting the shit and building my writing universe. I hope these are at least entertaining.
This is me just shooting the shit and building my writing universe. I hope these are at least entertaining.
"I shouldn't have eaten so much paste when I was a kid." Said Hughy on the verge of tears.
Glenn shrugged. "Yeah, but who would have thought that the thing you ate the most as a kid would turn into your superpower when you grew up? Do you think I like being able to shoot spaghetti sauce from my fingertips? My power is pretty useless too."
Hughy rolled his eyes, "Okay. Fine. Yours is stupid too. ...
“So,” i said with a deep breath. “I’m a zombie.”
Hank gave a nod, eyes not leaving the rising sun. “Yep. How does it feel?”
I shrugged. “I mean. I’m not sure. Not sure how long it’ll take for something like this to sink in.”
Hank laughed and slung his ravished right arm around my shoulder. “It takes some time. Took me a while. Not sure how long. You tend to lose track of time when your dead.”
...
"Is she hot?" Damien asked.
Tony's eyes narrowed, he felt like hurling his phone across his bedroom and out the window, that wasn't the response he was hoping for. "Really?" He sneered. "That's your damn response to what I've just told you?"
Tony could hear Damien's shrug through the phone. "Well, what else do you want me to say? I already told you to call the police."
Tony closed his eyes and ...
Harold Heffner's post about The Shadowbrook Woman next to Shadowbrook Elementary went live at 7:15 am. He was on his way to Shadowbrook High when he made the post. The post would gather five thousand likes by the time first-period math ended, Harold spent most of the class staring at his phone screen in awe as the likes flooded in. He took the long way to his English, which was across the schoolya...
“Do not go home tonight.”
The incoming text message came off as odd to Cam for several reasons. For starters he didn’t recognize the phone number. He knew the area code, 626, that meant it was somewhat local. It also came in the form of a green bubble. Android, Cam didn’t know many Android users.
Cam’s thumbs hovered over his iPhone keyboard, debating if he should respond to the stranger. He bi...
"That's my goldfish!" Devon shrieked. He was on the verge of tears. I could see the red in his cheeks, his eyes were getting puffy.
Gavin rolled his eyes, his right arm tightened around Devon's fishbowl as a smug smirk unfolded across his cheeks. I had to admit, that smirk of his got under my skin: Gavin Royce, the biggest jerk in the entire seventh-grade class for Corvallis Falls Middle School....
A bath.
That’s what Amber needed after spending roughly eight hours on her feet for work. Driving home she couldn’t remember the last time she’d taken a bath. Twenty? Twenty-five years? It must have been when she was in the single digits of age, ten or eleven at the oldest. The idea of a bath hadn’t crossed her mind since she moved into her new apartment, and now it sounded like the very definiti...
Duncan Chester said The Creature was as tall as a street light. With hulking shoulders, a small head and red eyes. He said they looked like shining blood.
Eloise Parker said that it had wings. A large set that spawned out to its left and right before carrying it across the sky and over the moon.
Channing Hughes said that it didn’t make a sound when it ran, that it moved as swiftly as the night...
"I hate it. That's all there is to it. I genuinely hate the fact that Urban Bloodshed gained the popularity that it did. A popularity that it gained overnight…over the fact that it’s a bad book."
Robert's eyes narrowed and his lips contorted as though Brandon had grown a pair of horns. He cautiously took a sip of his coffee before setting it on the table in between them.
"Isn't this what you w...
Chaise found Jamie Gregory's diary between one of her basement walls and a rotted-over bookshelf. She'd seen the diary for a few days, but initially thought it was a scrap of leather because of how warped it was. The basement ended up taking more time to clean than she'd thought, and a random piece of leather behind the rotten bookshelf didn't exactly take priority #1. She didn't realize that it w...