AB. The blood. Blood of his story. Bandaged. The blood. Blood of his story. Abrasive. The blood. Blood of his story. Barbecued. The blood. Blood of his story. Abused. The blood. Blood of his story. Ballistic. The blood. Blood of his story. Abnegated. The blood. Blood of his story.… Continue reading Red Whine
First, she lost the waves of strawberry blonde that ended at her waist. Then she lost her mouthwatering skin, a bright and throbbing red like a bed of ripe and ready strawberries in a strawberry field. She used to have a tasty, round figure that everyone would drool over, but now she’s dry, with off-black… Continue reading Death and Decaying.
My day started with a gun. I didn’t know where it came from, what it was doing on top of my backpack, or why I needed it. But, there was a message etched into its cold, black, side in peeling white-out, maybe from all the sweaty and anxious palms that have caressed it, that said… Continue reading Heavy Metal.
(Based on a FICTIONAL PRESS CONFERENCE CONDUCTED IN CLASS) USF undergraduate students, be prepared to lose twenty-five pounds by graduation with a new physical activity program that USF’s Director of Fitness and Physical Activity, Michael Koppy, is enforcing for all USF students. “Who’s ready to drop, give me ten, and follow me on a jog… Continue reading USF:Change the Weight from Here
(Story created from bullet points in class) A cigarette sends a Castro valley home up in flames causing $150,000 in damages. The house is located at 1789 Napa Street. The homeowners, Barbara and Albert Lofton, were taken to Kaiser Hospital in San Leandro. Kaiser Hospital says Barbara Lofton was treated and released. Albert… Continue reading Midnight Fire
Before being in USF’s library swimming in a sea of 17,000 volumes of special collections-like family letters, manuscripts, diaries, and first editions -John Hawk was following rockstars’ limousines, going to concerts, spending his time at the record store, and being an active member of the Ten Club (Pearl Jam’s fan club). “I remember seeing… Continue reading From Raging with Rockstars to Running USF’S Rare Book Room
This story was written by me when I was in the second grade. I recently re-discovered it on my shelf in my room back here in Arizona. This is the start of my writing journey, the year it became my passion, and twelve years later and it is still what I enjoy the most. Here… Continue reading How the Bat Got its Wings (My First Story)
When I was in the fifth grade, they found a dead body in the school cafeteria’s vents. That morning started off like any other school day. My friends and I went to the cafeteria to get breakfast, and there was just a nauseating odor floating through the cafeteria. We thought nothing of it. We got… Continue reading My Educational Journey
We pulled into our driveway and I suddenly felt incredibly hungry. The plethora of information I assimilated at the meeting tonight didn’t fill me up I guess, and neither did those cookies. My dad has been eating so much that all of the leftovers are gone. “What are you going to do about dinner, dad?”… Continue reading Off the Grid Snippet
“Class, we have a new student joining us from…where are you from again sir?” The teacher asked the boy standing there. He’s tall and skinny with pale skin, eyes so blue and bright they could hurt your eyes, and a bald head. But, even with a bald head he’s gorgeous. He looks so innocent. “Um,… Continue reading Foreign