Category Archives: Writing

The classroom is filled with the boisterous sound of students loudly talking. Everyone seems to be excited for the weekend. Can’t say I blame them. The new school year only just started, and the summer heat hasn’t died off yet. … Continue reading →

“…You’ve never been inside this house before?” Ariel and I are standing in front of the front door to the abandoned house. After spending several minutes in silence together, Ariel said she wanted to go inside for more privacy, and … Continue reading →

Friday has rolled around, and I still haven’t been able to think of a real plan. It’s currently 11 AM, so there’s still a few hours before any of the schools lets out for the day. It’s not too out … Continue reading →

It would seem to be that Mildred was right about Ariel. The next few days have been far more peaceful for me. An annoying brat she may be, she’s still a kid with kid responsibilities to attend to. I still … Continue reading →

After the ridiculous crap I went through yesterday, I’d like it if I could spend all day today inside my apartment. Unfortunately, I have work today, so that can’t happen. But I can at least spend most of the day … Continue reading →

“You know what you just did goes beyond stalking, right?” I turn to face the irritating teen girl who just handcuffed me. She has her right hand deep in the pocket of her shorts, wherein the key to the handcuffs … Continue reading →

Yet another day, yet another morning of being woken up early by my doorbell. I check my phone to see that once again, she’s come exactly at 8. You know, I like sleeping in and I’m not the kind of … Continue reading →

It’s been about three days since Blanche started coming to my apartment to deliver me food. Outside of getting some extra food and being forced awake early for it, nothing else has really changed. It’s a bit too early to … Continue reading →

Mildred and I head outside to lock up the store. The night breeze is cool and pleasant. Things are silent with the exception of cricket noises. While locking the door, Mildred starts talking to me. “…We didn’t really talk at … Continue reading →