The feeling of adrenaline rushed through his veins, the pounding sound of his friends chanting for him do do it, “Send it! Send it! Send it!” rang in his ears. Jacob sat on the seat of his bike, contemplating his decision. He rode up to the kicker placed on the side of the bridge. It looked to be about a 15 foot drop to a long, steep trail. He was going do it. He backed his bike up, looked at the faces of his friends, eager to see something exciting. He started pedaling. The ramp approached quickly, and the dropped looked smaller than it did when he was scouting it out. He felt the smooth surface of the ramp as his bike glidded off of it. While in the air he felt invincible, nothing could touch him. He felt the smooth, cool air glide through his hair, and soon enough he felt the hard, brutal force of the trail he had landed on. He didn’t fall however, but kept on riding. Jacob was about three seconds into riding down the trail when he saw a large rock in the middle of the trail. He tried to swerve out of the way but the bike resisted. He squeezed the levers of his brakes for dear life, but it just wasn't enough. The next thing Jacob knew he was laying in an unfamiliar bed. An unfamiliar face stared down at him in curiosity “Boy what do you think exactly you were doing on that bridge! You could have died.” The inquiries seem to ring in Jacob’s ears. He examined the room, and say three bodies besides the man questioning him. One was Alex, the tall blond boy, and Noah, the brown haired shorter boy. Both Alex and Noah were in their teens. The other body was Jacob’s mother, who was sitting in the corner with her hands covering her mouth, a ghostly color plagued her face. The words “Jacob, are… are you okay sweetie?” Jacob, who had just about come to his senses replied “Yea, im okay.” “Well then, Jacob if you’re feeling fine then I think it’s time we talk about something.” intruded the man in the white coat standing over him. He introduced himself as Abdu, the doctor that would be taking care of Jacob throughout the next few days. The man explained that Jacob had suffered multiple injuries from his impact with the rock. This included a snapped Femur and Tibia, three broken ribs, and a broken Acromion in his left
He came in without a word. I was stropping my best razor. And when I recognized him, I started to
“What I wasn't even prepared?!” filled my mind as I watched everyone dash before me, leading the race as I began to realize the race has begun.
“Wait up!” Titus yelled, but I couldn’t hear him over the talking of the older kids. I tripped over my shoelace, while I was falling, it felt like I was moving in slow motion. It felt like I was flying, then I hit the ground as I came back to a harsh reality. My glasses scraped a huge cut in my forehead.
Short Story The ancient house sat astride the cliff's rugged shoulders. Sections of rendering had fallen away into the tangled vegetation far below, revealing thick stone slabs underneath: toothless gaps, the dark smile of an old bearded gunrunner, and the oblivion of a whisky drunk, Brazilian whore. The house was four stories tall and had almost been reclaimed by the jungle; this ornate Churrigueresque fortress had been smashed and peppered for centuries by tropical elements intent on a gradual stripping away of its baroque stone carvings.
It was about one-thirty in the morning in the town of Homestead Michigan. The almost florescent light of the moon bouncing off the fresh puddles that covered the ground. The grass and trees were covered in a thin layer of water causing every little beam of light to reflect back up. Anyone who may have been outside at this time would have without double, smelled the mix of fresh dirt and night crawlers. As the moonlight started to fade away through the cloud cover, three buses made there way through the streets and parked in front of HHS, the local high school.
the foam in the river, and started out to get it. The other two, Chris
Yep, yeahs, and ah-huhs were all replied back to her, but when Peggy took notice of what Zack sounded like, her gray eyes shifted firmly to him and then bulged from out her head. “Jesus, what the hell happened to you?”
You stay here,” Ken ordered the other dog and rushed into the yard to check on Margaret. “Smoky, you stop that and come over here,” he called out several times before the dog bowed his head and went to him.
Short Story Imagine an office building, decrepit, run down and looted, windows broken and entire floors ransacked. The top level was a burnt out shell. Snow was falling heavily here, forming drifts on the ashes. A road, pot holed and worn, skirted around two sides of the derelict. It headed towards a car park where half a dozen burnt out cars sat alone, rusting quietly and gathering snow.
“Yellow is a lovely color for you, Layna.” Jon informed her as she greeted her friend. Alayna smirked as she removed the wreath from her head and shoved it down upon his ginger brow. “I believe it suits you better, my lord.”
“Good Afternoon passengers. I am your captain on this mighty ship. I hope you are ready for a great week,” The captain said as they started to move. The Amidski’s are on a cruise to Trieste, Italy from New York City. Most cruises don’t go to Italy and so they got a big discount to a great destination. Violet, the oldest at 10, Billy the only boy, Molly the energetic one, and Nora they youngest, are on the vacation with their Mom.
Weeds grew tall in the front garden of 6 Beach Hut Cottages and the gate at the end of the path sagged in the middle. She paused on the step and put her ear to the door to listen for any sounds. Floorboard squeaking. The sound of voices. But it sounded as dead as a soggy cornflake.
so that he also may catch a glimpse of a fairy. As Luke begun to run
The woods stayed dark, day and night. The only way to see was with a lantern, held high, held strong. Adyna lived there, in the dark. Every night, Adyna ventured out of her wooded home and sat, beautiful and terrible, in a clearing, close to the village. She would wait, because Adyna kept secrets.
" No," replied Carol with a sigh, "give him a chance to get used to