Category: My Writing

I open my eyes and look around the room. The lab-coat doesn’t seem to have gotten the desired results, at least he’s still shaking his head in frustration. “Setting two,” he orders. I smile...

I’m leaning against the bars, trying my best to resist the temptation to reach out and map out the place. It’s like I have all this power, but I’m not allowed to use it....

There’s something hard pressing against my face. I try to reach out a hand and find out what it is, but something is stopping that too. I slide it up instead, feeling for the...

It became a long night of talking and playing cards – Uncle Howard got the hang of it around dinner time. He left just around there, but Brody and I decided to bring some...

“So, how do you play?” He pulls a chair over from the desk and Brody explains the rules. “No mind reading,” I warn him. “I don’t read minds,” he says. “I read emotions and...

I stare down at the words in front of me, unable to fully grasp their meaning. Like a little kid waiting for Santa, I waited for that message. I waited, and I hoped, and...

“Pick up your scissors,” the shadows order me. “I won’t.” “Pick up your scissors.” “I shan’t,” I say stubbornly. The knock on the door makes me curl up again. “I shan’t,” I whisper. The...

“You’re not even trying anymore,” Brody complains that Sunday “I’m juggling 50.000 pine needles; don’t tell me I’m not trying,” I spit defensively. “You were the one who said that once you got the...

“I heard a little rumor about you,” professor Holt tells me in Friday’s class. Brody is hiding out in 648 again to escape Joseph’s attention, but we agreed I should make an appearance in...

I step into my room. The chips bags are exactly as when I left, even the coke I brought for him has been closed and not touched since I left. Did he leave too?...