Just Like Me_A Night Off_Sam Ben Andy Jake_A Little Alchemy
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Just Like Me
Sitting at my desk in the morning I studied the computer keyboard. Traces of dried blood were visible on several of the character keys; particularly the “Z” and the “C”. I had been hurt. My bandaged fingers still ached and throbbed from the accident. Of course I'm referring to my fistfight with the electric fan the night before. Yeah, I got banged up a bit, but hey, you should’ve seen the other guy! The fan, that bladed brute, was busted up beyond repair and now left for dead in the garbage dumpster that sat outside the building.Here’s what had happened. I hate air-conditioning and seldom used...
A Night Off
1Katie happily pressed the send icon on her phone’s messaging app. She wouldn’t be seeing anyone that evening, let alone her friend Jessica. She’d already seen her twice in the last week, and that was plenty of Jessica. She looked at the little bubble on the side of her phone’s screen. “Raincheck, already have plans tonight.”And, to be honest, that was true. She did already have plans. She’d found that she best way to ensure time to herself was to put it into her calendar. Plans with myself is what she called them. “You locking up tonight?” A voice over her cubicle wall asked.“Nop...
Sam Ben Andy Jake
“How about Crittenden Lane, Pop?” I ask, but by now I’ve lost hope.We’re driving aimlessly over the rolling hills on Route 23 in northwestern New Jersey looking for some sign that my Pop might recognize. But we may as well be wandering through a dark cave with a flashlight whose batteries are on their last few blips, the bulb flickering with increasing intermittency.“Does that name mean anything to you, Pop?” I ask agwww.onedoor.ccain. “Does it ring any bells?”The purpose of our journey had seemed straightforward enough when we’d set out earlier this morning. My Pop and I were going to visit the gravesite o...
A Little Alchemy
“So… are you coming?” I saw Josh text me. I had been dreading this question for the past week. Why? Because it was an invitation… to a party. Sure, I was 16… a sophomore… I’m supposed to be all “raging hormones and wanting to have fun” … but parties just weren’t my thing…I hate crowds… I don’t drink (hell, kids our age aren’t even supposed to… but do it anyway like it’s some kind of secret club)… I don’t do drugs (again… we’re NOT supposed to even do these)… in the looks department I was “okay” (somewhere between “ugly” and “cool” … which basically left me out of the running as far as “getting...