We got there fast. We were rushing but it was for a good reason this time unlike most times I decided to speed. I got out of the car and ran to the door Jenna right behind me. When we got there I was a little surprised to find that it was locked. Jenna started banging on the door while yelling,
"Look for a spare key!"
I glance around me for a few seconds before...
"Fuck that!" I pulled out my wallet. Inside it I grabbed my lock picking tools. No time to discuss that now though. I pushed Jenna out of the way and hurriedly I put them into the lock and started on the pins. Soon enough I got all of them down and pushed open the door.
We got there in time.
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Friday, July 2, 2010
How do you do it?
"How do you do it?" I asked.
"Do what?" he responded curriously.
I thought for a minute before answering the loaded question. "How do you stay sane?"
He was suprised. "I'm completly normal of course I'm sane."
I sighed, "I meant how do you stay sane if you're completly normal?"
He looked thoughtful for a second. "If I tell you my secret you have to tell me yours."
It was my turn to be curious. "My secret to what?"
"To how you can stand having people not like you for who you are."
"Hm I never really thought about it that way. I guess if they don't like me I try to understand why. After I know mostly it doesn't bother me that much. They don't like me and if they won't change their opinion that's their problem. I just try to avoid those kinds of people."
He nodded. "I guess I can't stand for anyone not to like me. I want everone to think of me well or at least not weird." he chucked a little before the next part, "Also I have a punching bag in my basment."
"Do what?" he responded curriously.
I thought for a minute before answering the loaded question. "How do you stay sane?"
He was suprised. "I'm completly normal of course I'm sane."
I sighed, "I meant how do you stay sane if you're completly normal?"
He looked thoughtful for a second. "If I tell you my secret you have to tell me yours."
It was my turn to be curious. "My secret to what?"
"To how you can stand having people not like you for who you are."
"Hm I never really thought about it that way. I guess if they don't like me I try to understand why. After I know mostly it doesn't bother me that much. They don't like me and if they won't change their opinion that's their problem. I just try to avoid those kinds of people."
He nodded. "I guess I can't stand for anyone not to like me. I want everone to think of me well or at least not weird." he chucked a little before the next part, "Also I have a punching bag in my basment."
Thursday, July 1, 2010
'Weird.' I thought as I stared out he window. It was the middle of math class and like pretty much every other high school student I was thinking too hard about things that really weren't very important. 'I really care what people my age think about me. I don't want to and my life would be so much easier if I didn't but I do so much. I care about how I appear to other people. I care about my appearance. Shit I wish I didn't but I do. Damn hormones. Damn brains. If I weren't so smart I wouldn't even know that they affected me this much.'
I was stumbled out of my musings by the teacher of all people. She had just called on the girl next to me for an answer. She flushed dark red when she didn't get the answer correct. I felt bad for her. 'She just like me probably just like everyone in the class wants to look intelligent for potential mates. That's a little bit of a barbaric way to put it. But so true. We all really just want to get layed. Maybe if we a had all were allowed to relive sexual tension without being persecuted or anyone getting pregnant we would all be a little less irritable.'
I stopped my musings once again when we got the homework. I mindlessly went through the problems. As the bell rang I looked around at all the brain dead teens around me even then they were undressing each other with their eyes. 'Oh yeah a whole lot better off if we could just blow off steam every once in a while.'
I was stumbled out of my musings by the teacher of all people. She had just called on the girl next to me for an answer. She flushed dark red when she didn't get the answer correct. I felt bad for her. 'She just like me probably just like everyone in the class wants to look intelligent for potential mates. That's a little bit of a barbaric way to put it. But so true. We all really just want to get layed. Maybe if we a had all were allowed to relive sexual tension without being persecuted or anyone getting pregnant we would all be a little less irritable.'
I stopped my musings once again when we got the homework. I mindlessly went through the problems. As the bell rang I looked around at all the brain dead teens around me even then they were undressing each other with their eyes. 'Oh yeah a whole lot better off if we could just blow off steam every once in a while.'
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Bam! The sound startled Harmon awake. He groaned this happened every single morning. Just once he'd like to sleep past six thirty on a week day but if he stayed at this apartment it seamed he never would. Harmon tried to get back to sleep but as usual he couldn't get back to that nice warm place he always dreamed of. He groaned once again and got up to start his day.
But somehow today was a little off. Harmon couldn't put his finger on it as he went through his morning routine but everything was just odd. He looked around his house for a visible change and didn't find anything. Then looked at the clock it wasn't six thirty like he thought it was it was four twenty seven. Harmon hadn't even noticed because it was dark at this time of year when he got up. He stared blankly at the clock for a bit before he heard it.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
The loud noise rocked Harmon's body. Then he sprang into action. He grabbed his cordless phone and got down on the ground. The sound of what could only be gunfire pumping adrenalin into his system. Harmon dialed nine one one quickly and was greeted by a nice sounding woman.
"Hello nine one one what is your emergency?"
"I just heard someone fire a gun." Harmon said his brain fumbling for concise words.
"Are you hurt?"
"No. But someone else could be." He said realizing it as he said it.
"Where are you at?"
"I'm at my apartment in moss apartments off of 10th street."
"I'm going to send someone down there but I need you to stay on the line sir."
Harmon tried to stay calm but found it hard when someone could still be there or someone could be hurt. He got up from his place on the floor and walked over to his door. He listened for a minute before twisting the nob and steping out into the hall.
Harmon couldn't see anything out of the ordinary but then the unmistakeable smell of blood hit his nose. He droped the phone and vaguly heard the woman asking if he was alright. Slowly he went towards it. When he got there he saw the woman from an apartmen. Down the hall. She had a glasy eyes and had blood running from under her. Harmon tried to find a pulse but after a few minutes gave up. She was gone.
Then he realized something horrible she had a little boy. He bolted down the hall looking for him. Harmon wished he rembered his name so he could call it out. He got to an apartment with an open door and called out.
"Anyone in here?"
He looked around for a moment before he heard some sniffling and shuffling coming from the front closet. He made his way over and hesitated before opening the door.
The little boy was curled in the cornor. Harmon got down onto his knees and said "Hey there. I'm not going to hurt you. Okay?"
The little boy didn't say anything but looked over at him with tear stained cheeks.
"The police are going to be here really soon alright?"
The boy nodded in understanding.
"Do you want to come on out of there so we can meet them?" Harmon asked keeping his voice calm so as not to scare him.
The boy nodded again and held out his arms. Harmon took hold of him and stood. The boy rested his head against his sholder.
"Hey buddy can you do something for me? When we get into the hall I want you to shut your eyes real tight. Okay?" The boy nodded and Harmon walked out of the room.
"Are your eyes closed?"
Harmon felt him nod and felt safe to walk down the hall to the stairs. He walked down them carrying him and saw in the lobby that the police were finally there. He put the boy down and said,
"You did really really good alright? See the police are here and they'll take you to your family okay?"
The boy nodded. "So I'll see Mommy?"
But somehow today was a little off. Harmon couldn't put his finger on it as he went through his morning routine but everything was just odd. He looked around his house for a visible change and didn't find anything. Then looked at the clock it wasn't six thirty like he thought it was it was four twenty seven. Harmon hadn't even noticed because it was dark at this time of year when he got up. He stared blankly at the clock for a bit before he heard it.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
The loud noise rocked Harmon's body. Then he sprang into action. He grabbed his cordless phone and got down on the ground. The sound of what could only be gunfire pumping adrenalin into his system. Harmon dialed nine one one quickly and was greeted by a nice sounding woman.
"Hello nine one one what is your emergency?"
"I just heard someone fire a gun." Harmon said his brain fumbling for concise words.
"Are you hurt?"
"No. But someone else could be." He said realizing it as he said it.
"Where are you at?"
"I'm at my apartment in moss apartments off of 10th street."
"I'm going to send someone down there but I need you to stay on the line sir."
Harmon tried to stay calm but found it hard when someone could still be there or someone could be hurt. He got up from his place on the floor and walked over to his door. He listened for a minute before twisting the nob and steping out into the hall.
Harmon couldn't see anything out of the ordinary but then the unmistakeable smell of blood hit his nose. He droped the phone and vaguly heard the woman asking if he was alright. Slowly he went towards it. When he got there he saw the woman from an apartmen. Down the hall. She had a glasy eyes and had blood running from under her. Harmon tried to find a pulse but after a few minutes gave up. She was gone.
Then he realized something horrible she had a little boy. He bolted down the hall looking for him. Harmon wished he rembered his name so he could call it out. He got to an apartment with an open door and called out.
"Anyone in here?"
He looked around for a moment before he heard some sniffling and shuffling coming from the front closet. He made his way over and hesitated before opening the door.
The little boy was curled in the cornor. Harmon got down onto his knees and said "Hey there. I'm not going to hurt you. Okay?"
The little boy didn't say anything but looked over at him with tear stained cheeks.
"The police are going to be here really soon alright?"
The boy nodded in understanding.
"Do you want to come on out of there so we can meet them?" Harmon asked keeping his voice calm so as not to scare him.
The boy nodded again and held out his arms. Harmon took hold of him and stood. The boy rested his head against his sholder.
"Hey buddy can you do something for me? When we get into the hall I want you to shut your eyes real tight. Okay?" The boy nodded and Harmon walked out of the room.
"Are your eyes closed?"
Harmon felt him nod and felt safe to walk down the hall to the stairs. He walked down them carrying him and saw in the lobby that the police were finally there. He put the boy down and said,
"You did really really good alright? See the police are here and they'll take you to your family okay?"
The boy nodded. "So I'll see Mommy?"
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
The Room, the Key, and the Door
She walked down the corridor quietly her hands placed in front of her. When she got to the door she was looking for she got out the key then turned towards the door. It was made of heavy wood and had scratch marks all over it. She had never been in this room before even though she had lived in the educational facility her entire life. Her hand was steady as she pushed the key into the lock. It clicked loudly as she opened the large door.
The inside was the same as the rest of the rooms. It had old off-white paint and a simple single bed. The room wasn't any different than the other rooms really. She smiled softly as she thought of all that went on in this room.
This was the room that was always empty and therefore became a little haven for anyone who could get a key or pick the lock. It was located at the end of the hall so it wasn't too noisy and if you needed to get away from someone for a while this was pretty much the only place you could go and actually be completely alone. And she now possessed one of the keys! Reprimanding herself in her mind she quickly closed the door again and put the key back into her bra where it would stay until she decided to come back.
The inside was the same as the rest of the rooms. It had old off-white paint and a simple single bed. The room wasn't any different than the other rooms really. She smiled softly as she thought of all that went on in this room.
This was the room that was always empty and therefore became a little haven for anyone who could get a key or pick the lock. It was located at the end of the hall so it wasn't too noisy and if you needed to get away from someone for a while this was pretty much the only place you could go and actually be completely alone. And she now possessed one of the keys! Reprimanding herself in her mind she quickly closed the door again and put the key back into her bra where it would stay until she decided to come back.
My Challenge!
My challenge to myself is to write a short story or drable of some sort every day for a whole year. I'll be starting today on the next post. Hopefully by next year this time I'll have 365 stories to show for my work.
Rules for myself:
1. Write one everyday
2. No fan fiction
3. No multichapter stories
4. Must have more than 100 words
5. Everyday I don't write one I have to write 5 in it's place
If you'd like to join me on my quest just leave a comment on this post and I'll make you your own post to go to that url. Wish me luck!
~Lola
Rules for myself:
1. Write one everyday
2. No fan fiction
3. No multichapter stories
4. Must have more than 100 words
5. Everyday I don't write one I have to write 5 in it's place
If you'd like to join me on my quest just leave a comment on this post and I'll make you your own post to go to that url. Wish me luck!
~Lola
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