Pulling The Out: A Short Story

When I got on location I saw that Floyd Hill was there as well talking to Terrell make sure he was all right and talk to the shop owner and member trying reassure them Terrell was ok I went straight to Terrell to look at his hand and ask again if he need medical squad he said no at that time his wife pulled up at the gas station and was checking on him he came over and ask what was the next thing I need him to do I said the first thing is to get you to the ER and have your hand check ask if we could go to Urgent Care because his insurance was too high if he went to the ER I said that this was a worker comp and that he need to go to the Miami Valley ER at that time Floyd had put Terrell personal items in to his wife car at that time Floyd said that he got a call and left to run I was trying to find a driver to come and pick up the rollback When Terrell came to me to see if there was anything he could do told him what

At approximately 2245 I went into the dorm. I told Ovard, "You called out the dorm for kiting on you so I'm calling you out in front of the dorm. There was no kites sent out about this. I listened to phone calls where you were using someone else's account and that is how I know. Is there going to be any problems in the dorm?" She said no. I cleared the dorm and went to put the cleaning gear away. Someone walked past me and said Ovard was calling the dorm bitches. I told Ovard to step out of the dorm. She asked why and I told her because she was calling the dorm names. She said, "No I'm not. All I said was the dorm is full of dirty ass bitches." I radio'd Deputy Nash and asked him to put her in the "barbie box" (Work Release holding cell).

Under the Rug One night Alan Johnson was sitting in his bright yellow banana chair. He looked over and noticed a big lump in the carpet. Alan, in his tall and skinny body, stood up and stomped all over the rug. He thought to himself, “what could this be?” Every time Alan stepped on the object it would bounce his foot away.

In a fit of rage and frustration, Daniel Howell shove the unorganized pile of schoolwork and textbooks away from him, resulting in numerous packets and other assignments to collapse onto the floor after falling off his desk. Dan angrily runs his hands through his greasy, curly hair and down his face as he sighs exhaustively. Glancing at the clock, he becomes aware that it reads 3:37 a.m., and he has to wake up and get ready for his classes on campus in less than three hours. As much as he dreams of crawling into his warm, comfortable bed and falling asleep, he knows he must complete every bit of his homework for tomorrow (well, more like today) before he is able to. However, for the past few nights, Dan has been unconsciously sleeping on his

Eventually, finished were the movies, and the group decided to take a stroll about the mall, where Nicole informed her friends that she needed to travel towards the washroom. Little did they apprehend, that this would signify the last moment she would be seen. For the simplistic understanding, that she had been kidnaped that evening. For this purpose, the inhabitants of the town began searching day by day, however, they could not locate her anywhere. As a result, weeks went by and eventually a couple of lads over by the lake snaked up an ID of the teenager. In view of this, it denoted the first lead the police had discovered and remained ample for the jealous boyfriend of Nicole to perform an anonymous call to the police, framing Donte to

On a damp and slightly foggy evening on the coast of South Hampton, midsouth in England, a man the name of Andrew Jackson Walks onto the port of where a major role in his life is about to be fulfilled. Andrew had always seen things in his dreams but this was surreal to him. He had previously bought a ticket onto a so-called “unsinkable ship” and he was eager to see why his dream had lead him here. His dreams were always quite colorful and imaginative, but they always seemed so farfetched yet surreal. A place that he could almost imagine he was standing in the very place he was now, yet this time it only seemed like a dream, it’s a dream he has had for a long time. Going out to sea, eating divine food prepared by talented chefs, and maybe meeting a new friend or two. He thought of all this just standing there, at this marvelous

Valentina padded quietly down the short hallway and let out a long, slow breath before she stepped around the corner, and then back into the kitchen. She found Cole stirring his mashed potatoes and her meal in the microwave, where she walked over to watch the black container spin. It crossed her mind to thank him for starting her food for her, but he spoke up and cut her off before the thought could cross her lips. He wanted to know about the tapes. Of course, she knew the conversation was going to happen, but she was rather hoping she’d get to sleep first.

It makes them prove that they can do anything that anybody challenged them too. Never give into pressure just say no and walk away no matter what.

I layed my body on the soft green grass with a light sigh, as I was lying on the grass I looked up to the glistening stars in the sky with tears forming in my eyes. I was thinking about my parents and the things we used to do before they were murdered by a group who call themselves Silence. They are a group known by anyone and anything, and what they do to people is just unbearable.

Once upon a time, when I was a young girl, my mom told me not to go outside but who was I to listen. She headed off to work, as I looked out to see if the coast was clear, she was gone. I went to play with the other neighborhood kids, as soon as I thought the day was going to be too amazing outside in the hot sun, it only started to get worse. I could feel the wind in my hair and the heat on cheeks, when you think it was good it really wasn’t. Being out of the house for the time being I was getting dirty and began to get scratches on my arms and face.

As soon as the now recovered Sergeant had made it into the SUV, Randal scrambled in after her. Somebody screamed to 'fucking drive', Randal slammed the door shut behind him, and as he clambered in he partially shielded the Sergeant with his body. This meant he was effectively straddling her near the waist and putting his own body and plate carrier between her and potential shrapnel and gunfire. The man driving the SUV slammed on the gas as soon as the truck had cleared the barn door and tires squealed against the concrete of the barn floor just before catching. Randal spared her a glance and yelled for her to cover her ears - if she could even hear it over all the gunfire and chaos. Because in that next moment he used one hand to partly shield

I was like any other normal human. I learned to read. I learned to write. I eventually learned the difference between good and bad, right and wrong. Sure I am taller than most humans. Sure I don’t speak English as proper as other humans. Sure I don’t look like other humans. But if that’s not enough reasons to remind myself of me not being human, the fact that humans call me monster and run in terror when they see me is surely enough. I’m already alone. I’m already an outcast. I’m already put on the top of someone’s hit list. What else can make me more of a monster?

One fateful evening, Kadan's village is attacked by a neighboring tribe. In an attempt to save his brother from the marauders, he is knocked unconscious in the attack while biding time to let his brother flee.

“My name,” she repeated, this time more steadily, “is Elizabeth .” My Father’s expression changed drastically, now the face that was once a little annoyed, began to morph to pure anger. All these years no one ever talked back to my Father, not once has anyone ever said anything against him. Time slowed down as he began to raise an arm to discipline my Ma, but bit his lip in regret and retreated to the couch across the room. Everyone froze in the silence. Nobody in this household would ever hit a lady, especially someone who does as much for us as my Ma. He was such a nice man, so handsome and helpful, why would he even think about hitting my Ma? I watched as he slouched into the crevice that's been created in

Lost my heart to the streets, struggling to cope, but never losing hope Aint been the same ever since, intense…. Heart Luke warm, I say that with sarcastic charm Simply because I’m in between heaven and hell This isn’t a dream I’m trying to sale Somebody post my bail Screaming “I NEED MY HEART BACK”