The replaying highway_Overland_Wrong turn_The Blue-Headed God
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The replaying highway
content warning: this has nothing to do with bad kids, no one is bad, this isn't based off a real person!!The roads were slick and wet. I was driving home from my parents house, it was almost 11 Pm, I was in my car alone. My aux was hooked up to my phone and I was blasting my music full volume. I seen a blue mustang with under lights that flashed blue under it.I wasn't paying much attention to the cars that passed by me I kept driving then I checked the time and it was 11:30 PM. I knew I was almost home, or so I though. I seen the same Blue mustang drive right by me. The blue lights and everyt...
Overland
Aunt Lizzie sent money to Western Union. That’s how I ended up on the train. I didn’t want to be late, so I ran from the Western Union to the station with my coin purse jangling inside my traveling case. There wasn’t much else in the case. The old dress from Mama’s closet, her hat.Now, the view outside passes by quickly, but I’m not worried about the view. I’m thinking about the caramel cream the conductor, Mr. Thomas, snuck me, like a piece of stolen gold, getting soft in my palm. I lay the caramel cream on the table in front of me, and cup my hands around it so it won’t fall off.I readjust m...
Wrong turn
It was midnight when Lucinda was woken and dragged to meet with whoever was in charge. She sat confined in a chair, arms crossed , hands balled into fists, blood coursing through her veins like lava, her mind confused and fixated. With the most venomous tone she spit out..."Climate control my ass, I demand that window be opened. I did nothing to warrant this cruelty sincwww.onedoor.cce you have stifled my life I think I deserve to breathe in fresh air, smell the grass, hear the birds and those you deemed fit to live free. Where am I, what the hell is going on here!?"A short month prior Lucinda was woken by ...
The Blue-Headed God
Kris didn’t mean to be a troublemaker, but that’s what he was. He was king of Sweet Mercy High, and everyone knew it, and loved him for it. He received all the privileges a golden-boy might - the teachers doted on him, letting him come in late, even flirting with him (irrespective of gender), giving him extra time on tests, not that he needed it. The lunch lady saved him the biggest slices of pizza and the last chocolate milk. He knew everyone’s first name and used it with impunity. The other boys looked up to him like a god. He got blue tips in his hair, which set off his glowing blue eyes an...