Gregory crossed the bustling street and neared the area where he'd be meeting up with Erick. Once there he looked around. This was the spot, but there were no signs of Erick. It wasn't like him to be late, he knew his best friend and if he wasn't here on time that meant something was up. Gregory grabbed out his phone and dialed Erick's number.
He could hear the ringtone behind him. He turned and found the location it was coming from. A grimy old dumpster. "Please don't be dead." He grabbed the lid and pulled it open, gripping his nose to avoid catching a whiff of the crap that was in there. Erick was digging through the mountains of trash.
"What the hell are you doing?" Gregory asked, not releasing the hold on his nose.
"Just trying to find s…Read more >
Another trip to the office Michael thought, as he sat back in the stiff, cushioned chair of Crabblesnitch's office. This time they had called his father, imploring him to keep his indignant son in check. Dr. Crabblesnitch stated that Michael did these deplorable deeds to extract the attention of his distant father, such statements are widely incorrect. In fact, Michael had aimed for nothing more than his father to completely forget he existed. Every time his dad came back into his life he was judged, and psychoanalyzed to the point where he felt like he was bred just so his father had a lab rat to disembowel.
"Son," a voice spoke from behind him. Michael turned to see the permanently unimpressed expression of his father. He was a tall man in…Read more >
I hadn't a clue where I was going, the dark corridor seemed to drag on with Darrion's imposing figure guiding the way. I looked around me, led pipes were overhead, extending all the way down the corridor. The School's basement was, for the most part, used by the creepy janitor to hold his cleaning supplies. Darrion had other motives for taking me down here though and so far my mind was empty when it came to figuring out what it was.
"Where are we going?" I asked, nervously.
"You'll see," he gave me this grin that really made my skin crawl at this point. "I think you'll like this." He added.
"I'm not sure why you think this." I retorted. "Nothing about being led through a dark hallway in a basement sounds very appealing to me." I could see an …Read more >
In all likelihood I'll be way too drunk to post this at midnight so I'll do it now. HAPPY NEW YEAR, MOTHERFUCKERS! One year closer to death, woohoo! Jokes aside here's hoping you guys have a great year! What are you guys doing tonight?Read more >
Authors' Notes: This is just a short, little piece between Ryan, and Greg. Mostly exploring Ryan's obsessive, and paranoid nature. Also, if you're reading this Link: I hope you don't mind that I used Greg.
Late in the evening, and under the cover of darkness Ryan had moved out towards the grassy field near the Girls' dorm. His intention was to deliver a gift to Beatrice, though his plan would be carried out by a third party advocate, AKA, Greg Ryder. He checked his watch. He should be here by now, where is he? He glanced over his shoulder to see Greg crouching down the bush right next to him.
"You really are a creepy fuck, aren't you?" Greg whispered. "Sitting outside the Girls' Dorm at 9:00 pm. That's pretty weird dude."
"Look, were you …Read more >