I screamed in frustration, for what seemed like the hundredth time I pushed the glowing blue button on the remote control. The screen of my almost brand new tv flickered on and off. It was teasing me, the faint buzz seemed to laugh at my annoyance. Please, please work! I thought as I tried one last time, and as if to answer my question there was a click and buzzing and flickering of lights stopped. Well, then I guess it says no, I thought quietly to myself. I sat there staring at the reflection of
“Yep, that’s exactly what I am saying.” David responded with a grin on his face. “How safe is it exactly?” I asked worriedly. He looked at me, his face now serious. “You see, we have only sent objects or animals back in time. When we received them back, seven out of ten times they were perfectly normal.” He said. “What you’re saying is, I may have a higher chance of coming out exactly as I went in?” I questioned. “Yes, but since you are much larger than other things we have sent through. You
"Ugh, this is taking forever," a young girl groaned. She fidgeted in her seat, twisting with her seatbelt and tapping her fingers on the window. Her complaints were ignored by the driver, the only sign of acknowledgement being that his eye twitched in irritation. She complained again, "When are we getting there? I'm dying." This wasn't so much a complaint than a statement. They were driving through the Sonoran desert in the summer and the truck was old with no air conditioning. "Read your princess
Have you ever started two music tracks at the same time, the same track, but one plays at a slightly slower pace? If you haven't, try it. You'll notice the fact the second one, while starting out in time and vaguely normal, slowly, slowly, excruciatingly slowly, becomes out of time with the first one. At first, barely noticeable. Then just slightly irritating. Then quite clearly not keeping up. By the time the first one finishes, you're just so frustrated with the second because you don't possibly
I think it was February when I got the little white scar on my forehead. I had been sledding with my dad, my brothers Sean, Brendan, and a friend named Timmy. It had just snowed the night before, so the snow was still fresh. The contact my forehead made with the snowboard was so hard that I had to get five stitches, and it left a scar that will always remind me of the cold Sunday in 2009. A tradition had developed throughout the years where my dad took us sledding, almost every Sunday. I enjoyed
Sorry, Maya My shirt was wrinkled, my hair a mess, there was a tear in my sock, and I had spilled coffee on my pants while leaving my house. It was a typical mourning. The sky was a cold shade of grayish blue and my breath came out of my nose like smoke from a dragon's mouth. I fiddled with the lock on my old beat-up ’92 Lancer. My car was a piece of shit, but it got me to where I needed to go; the heater was busted so I had to drive in the cold. I couldn’t wait to get somewhere warm, but of course
Watching the blue sienna merge into the busy flow of traffic the PDX, airport, I took a deep breath as I braced myself for the journey I was about to embark on. Flying miles from the relaxed Portland to the vibrant and roaring Houston alone for the first time was pretty uncanny for my fourteen -to-be-fifteen teen self. Up until that point I’d always flown with my older brother, and I felt comfortable in his presence. This time I was alone, and anxious about navigating the notoriously confusing PDX
Destiny’s phone had rang in her jean pocket. She swallowed her tears and cleared her throat before answering. “Yeah?” She asked. She didn’t bother to check the caller ID so she had no clue who was calling. “Oh, I’m so glad you answered.” Dean sighed. “What do you have?” She said rubbing her eyes. “Sam is missing.” He blurted. “What do you mean missing? How do you lose that guy?” Dean just sighed again. A moment of silence passed. “After we saw you at the scene Sam was upset-” Destiny couldn’t hold
Mia awoke as the morning light filtered through the blinds in her bedroom. She hated waking up and falling asleep alone. Once sleep had claimed her, it didn't matter, but those moments where she was trying to find comfort and embrace sleep, or her body was waking to a new day, and she found herself alone that she hated the most. She reached her hand over to where her husband would normally be. A deep sigh as she glanced over, knowing he wasn't there and hating every second of it. Already she was
Law woke up feeling better rested than he had in weeks. The fact that he’d even fallen asleep was a miracle in itself. His insomnia usually kept him up late into the night, and his schedule at the hospital hadn’t helped any. Judging by how bright the room was already, it was at least 10, far later than he was used to waking up. When something moved next to him, Law nearly jumped out of his skin, forgetting that he had fallen asleep in Luffy’s bed last night. As yesterday’s events resurfaced, Law