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The Ride Home

Posted by Oliver Dzierzewicz in Storytelling - Chase on
I was sitting on the trolley on my way to 15th street, nothing unusual as so much goes for my daily routine. I get to 15th street and I begin to wait for the train to come rushing through on the tracks, standing as close as I can to the edge of the tracks so that I could feel the rush of air come through as the train passes. I look over to my right as I see a bunch of other kids harass this one other kid. The kids were speaking in a different language, sadly it was not Polish but something Slavic, probably Albanian. At the point when I looked over it was hard to tell if they were just playing around or if they were actually serious, but as time went by waiting for the train, I could tell that they were serious. I typically am the type of person that would not approach a problem if it is not mine because involving myself would only bring up a bigger problem probably for myself and the victim. As the train moves in on the tracks, I feel the whip of air hit me as it passes by. I could only help but think, how much that kind of bullying affects people and how it just can not be ignored sometimes. It really is a shame things come down to physical contact because of the weakness in other's people self esteem or even possibly boredom? What has this world come down to? What is our next generation going to be like, will things become worse? 

Accidental Trail

Posted by Davonte Martin in Storytelling - Chase on
We entered the basement  prepared to catch The Greenfield Strangler in the middle of committing what we thought to be his fifth murder, however when we arrived in the basement of 4302 S. Spruce Lane, there was nothing there but an empty room and the echo of our voices yelling "NYPD", the basement filled with the smell of ammonia and Pine-Sol which told us that he had perhaps cleansed his basement to hide any evidence... or maybe it was what he wanted us to think,  but nothing made sense, all of the clues and evidence that he left behind lead us to this address at this specific time; from The Strangler leaving a DVD copy of "The Usual Suspects" that only played through the first several crime scenes, to his gruesome idea of carving the numbers 4-3-0-2 into each of his victims, leaving all four of his victims corpse on the south of every street, The Strangler calling dispatch at 4:32pm after every murder he'd committed, and this street that the killer gave us during the last call to dispatch, nothing was clear and for the first time I felt that we were at a dead end, that was until I pulled up my pad which contained observations from every crime scene and I looked at every detail, Jim Scippio found in a deserted parking lot south of "Gold's Gym" on Singapore Ave, Diamin Johnson found beaten and strangled on south of 25th and Diamond, Nial Braxton found in an Alley on South Street, under her mutilated corpse was a brochure advertising a visit to East Africa and a tour of the Nile River, Shahir Martin found in a bush South of MLK Drive, I started to realize that every victim was found with with some sort of evidence that was a homophone of their name, and our initial suspect Terry Mathews was an English teacher at a local Public School, our missing victim Kristen Matthews was a former student of his and there is in fact a 4300 block of Christain Avenue not far from here.

250 words

Posted by Marjorie Moreno in Storytelling - Chase on
At the house of the victim, the mother sat quietly staring at the clean floor -where once was the deadly bloody body of her only son-usually when couples lose a son or a daughter they tend to blame each other; instead this couple were holding hands all the time, crying on each other’s shoulders (but it was clear that even though everybody in the investigation department expected the mother to be the sensitive one, it was the other way around; the mother had total control of the situation, and like unusual, the father was completely submissive to the mother) there was something special in this case, the behavioral agents were surprised when they saw the victim’s room: It was incredibly clean for a boy’s room (the dirty laundry was in order, the clothes were properly fold, no dirt was visible), there was no posters on the wall (the walls were so clean that it was as if they were painted the night before), the room didn’t have a funky smell (instead there was an essence of vanilla in the air), there was a journal under the bed and here is what it was written in the last page: "I’m sorry for all the I could of do but I never did: I’m sorry for forgetting your birthday, I’m sorry for all the things I said to you last night, I’m sorry for not telling you about my troubles, I’m sorry for the demon I’ve become, I’m sorry for not being the son you always wanted"

250 Word Sentence: Hoping for a Joke

Posted by Lenea Harris in Storytelling - Chase on

Victoria sat on the cushion of the windowsill in deep thought, switching between glancing down at the dark vacant street below her, which was occupied by only two sleeping cars; one blue, one white, and then up at the sparkling starry sky while she hoped that at least one of the burning bodies of gases had received all of her telepathic wishes and had sent her back some sort of confirmation that earlier that day when Bobby Johnson had approached her in the hallway and grabbed her hand to pull her aside to say “Vicky, I… well, we…. I mean, I should first say that I… no wait, she became…  sweet heart Lisa and I are having a baby,” he was jokingly referring to the most popular senior health project where the students pair up and take care of a child, and that when she laughed and shoved him playfully, replying, “Omigod, shut up- really? It’s such a shame; that child will die in days,” he would’ve smiled and agreed with a laugh of his own while wrapping his arms around her comfortably and reminding her of her future in bearing his children instead of remaining serious and grabbing her hand, holding onto it and refusing to let go until she undoubtedly understood that he was seriously and literally going to have a child with Lisa, who was not only her best friend since pre- school, but the one who had introduced Bobby to her as her first cousin, but dragging her along through this disturbing joke was just too much fun for him.    

250 Word Sentence

Posted by Dominque Miller in Storytelling - Chase on
As I watched his rehearsed, unduly ridiculous speech, which I had heard before on many occasion, with his overly fitted suited with matching printed tie screaming creepy politician who will stand in the crowd, kissing babies in hopes of reelection to keep his seat of power that he may not have truly deserved, if he politician’s uniform was not enough his tacky overly decorated office covered with awards, accolades, accomplishments, and newspapers covers with his gleaming white ‘trust-me-if-you-want-to’ smile screamed at me, giving me more than enough reasons to hate this city and its political leaders who we ignorantly allow to keep their positions, I knew that I did not want to be standing in the crowd of kids they believed were the best at a sport that they: 1. Knew nothing about 2. Couldn’t care less, and 3. Had no interest in learning more, we were just another step in his process to remain the sole ruler of our adjudication system, but there was one woman, whose name was Roxanne (her last name I cannot remember), the youngest judge in Philadelphia she stood at a height of about 5 foot, with her small stature that was covered by a black over sized judge robe, and a smile bright enough to make light up a dreary court room, she changed my opinion about our court system, even though we were not able to see her proceed over a real trial, her love for the law and everything it stands for protruded out louder the ignorant speech of district attorney.

 

250 word sentence (plus ending)

Posted by Robert Glynn in Storytelling - Chase on
One bright, warm, summer day in a green, luscious, forest full of oxygen enriched air and wonderful, colorful, small confused owls (because it is a bright day, and it is not night time, when owls usually are awake and active) were flying around the trees, whose leaves are the most radiant green out of any of the forests within one thousand five hundred fifty six miles (even though this forest is the only forest within three hundred forty five miles around, the other forests within one thousand five hundred fifty six miles did have trees with radiant leaves, but none of them had leaves that were even close to half as radiant as the leaves in the forest with the wonderful, colorful, small confused owls that were flying around during the day instead of at night) are loved by the owls because they are so radiant and green, so maybe they are not in fact confused, but just so excited about the radiant green leaves that they changed their typical sleeping schedule just so they could see the bright green leaves sparkle in the hot, brilliant, red and orange and yellow sun; meanwhile, on the forest floor, beneath all of the excitement of the owls and the radiant green leaves, there lived a hermit in a small blue hut who was cooking dinner for himself, a delicious rabbit dinner that was going to be very tasty because he caught the rabbit earlier in the morning while the owls were asleep. He ate the rabbit. Then he died. Someone must have poisoned his rabbit.  

This House

Posted by Alexis Beren in Storytelling - Chase on

If this house could talk, boy let me tell you it wouldn’t be happy.

Every word you here would be muffled by the cries

Of a house that’s been sufferin for so long, too long. 

This house has seen so many tears from so many eyes.

Its heard so many words from so many mouths

That are never meant to leave ya mind.

This house would be tellin you that it knows more pain than anyone should.

It knows a girl who has been crying for so long she forgot how to smile.

It knows her daughter who feels so unwanted

That she doesn’t think shes even worthy of this house she calls home.

It knows the mother, the one who tries to feel like everything is ok

Who doesn’t let no one see her cry

Who is a young mother and a young grandmother

Who hides those pills in her room till the time she needs them

This house knows the man who owns it

The man who instills fear in every person that steps in that house

The man who has hurt so many with the words of his mouth and the sting of his hands

Then this house would tell you how scared it is.

It would tell you that it is so scared

That little girl

Just a baby just turned 5

Hardly knows the world.

No one wants her to be like that sister of hers

No one wants her to grow up in pain

But this house is so scared because it knows that this little girl needs her sister

This house knows that this little girl will one day have to know

Her sister aint even her real sister

This house would tell you that it can see

This little girl is gonna have to live without a dad and with a broken mother.

So let me tell you if this house could talk there would be so much pain

Global warmin wouldn’t mean nothin 

The flood of our tears, of your tears would flood the world on its own.

When that day comes that this house does talk

Don’t ever forget that it is broken and in pain

But this house has always been strong enough

Strong enough to protect a family who needs love that this unspoken house gives.

250 words of fun

Posted by James Seward in Storytelling - Chase on
​Minato Asagi was your normal high school student, who was an A, B student, captain of the kendo club, Student council member and boyfriend to the prettiest girl in school, Yukari Todowashi, and although he was average at most things, the one thing he excelled at over any other was card games; Be it Yu-Gi-Oh or Blackjack, Minato was the undisputed champion but, all of that changed when one day, when the resident reserved girl of the school, Hinata Yamagishi, beat him at his own game, then claimed to hate him and card games in general; Minato, determined to find out more, Minato follows her and is suddenly dragged into her world as they are attacked, his powers activate and he is teleported to the far off land of Sensori, where the monsters are abundant, people are warriors and any video game nerd would call paradise, and now, with his powers, his new teammate and his will, he must learn to survive and unravel the secrets in this card based death world as the clock

 

 

I just can't take it.

Posted by Morgan Craig-Williams in Storytelling - Chase on
  i sit in the house all day everyday, like a miserable witch.
 I can't ever do anything with my friends.
 I can't ever go out.
 Shopping?
 Don't even ask
Movies?
 Forget about it
 I can't even go away for college.
 i know I'm young but I'm about to see the world
 Doesn't that count for something?
 I know I don't get the best grades,
 but Im dumb cause I dont?
 I just don't get it,
 Doesn't she know the more she smother me,
 the more I wanna break free.
 

Story #4: The Winter of Pain

Posted by Kimberlea Talington in Storytelling - Chase on
In the fall of my junior year of high school, I started to develop a new ailment. It seems I would have a stuffy nose everyday and it seemed every other week, I'd end up with a cold. I didn't know what was going on. Finally, mom took me to the doctor and I found out I was getting sinus infections. So I was put on an antibiotic and was sent on my way. Finally it was cleared up and I was all better.

For the first couple of months, I kept getting infections and having to take antibiotics for them. Then, one day during winter break, I couldn't eat anything. I thought it was nothing so I just ignored it. As the day went on, I got sicker and sicker until I couldn't even move. My parents called the doctor and they just said I was dehydrated so I just had to keep drinking liquids, but sadly those didn't help. My parents took me to the doctor's office and had to run test on me. They found out that I had a stomach infection.

"How did that happen?" I asked. It turned out that I got it from taking too many antibiotics in such a short amount of time. I was out of school for a week, unable to eat anything but Girl Scout shortbread cookies.

Once I was better, I had to be taking back to the doctor. They said I had lost 6 pounds. I finally got back into school, I missed so much work. I promised not to get that sick ever again

250 Word Sentence

Posted by Alexandra McGrorty in Storytelling - Chase on
I could get all creative with this piece of writing, I suppose, I could add all the flourishes and adjectives and flowing description that would give it more mass and content so I could somehow reach two hundred and fifty words, I could think of some event and describe it down to every last insignificant, tiny, minute detail, I could just keep on finding more and more descriptions to include, abuse the thesaurus to death and do this the proper way that I was told to; however, I find that completely, ridiculously, insanely impossible and I don’t think I can even get past one hundred words, if I can even reach that goal,  I’ll be lucky if I can even make it that far; I know this is supposed to help me structure sentences or purvey thoughts or something good like that, but I don’t see how I can even manage to do it, because I can’t focus on one singular thought, this turned into a giant run-on sentence before I was even past the first line, but I can’t think of much else to put because this is just completely beyond me and using grammar this poor (my own fault, I know it can be accomplished somehow, but I have no idea how to, personally) is really just breaking my heart and depressing me.

 

A 249 Word Sentence With Viscount Odin Prudence Monroe

Posted by Christine Walden in Storytelling - Chase on

It was noon when I told her -- her being a woman named Roberta who is prone to hysterics at the sheer mention of Monaco, bastard children, blonds, brunettes, tabby cats, or breakfast cereal due to the rather infamous actions of her eldest son at the end of the oh so harrowing France-Australia war -- of the very dead gentleman now adorning her critically acclaimed gnome sanctuary (a body which came to be in its present state, oh Reader, when a young, vivacious, albeit paranoid and often ridiculous woman from a small Minnesota town, who decided to leave her childhood home to join this small grouping of wayward individuals in Montana, including the befuddled Roberta, in the hopes of escaping the seemingly ever-present feeling of dread that stemmed from her growing realization that the world existed beyond the scope of her limited and often quite morose imagination, perceived she was in danger and being stalked as she walked home from her unfulfilling employment as the town’s assistant deputy sidewalk and bike lane inspector - a familiar feeling for this paranoid lass which tends to manifest itself most aggressively in the evening hours of a mildly comfortable day with a 50% chance of rain after ten, when she decided for safety’s sake to attack the assailant that was “undoubtedly” prowling behind with her purse bayonet, killing him instantly with his last thought being one of confusion as to why this crazed woman stabbed him while he was walking to his sister’s house.)

The Long Beginning of The Story

Posted by Oscar Holton in Storytelling - Chase on
Last year, during spring break, in the rainy month of April, which is also the glorious month of my birthday, I was extremely bored to death and the boredom caused me to watch my life saving cable TV, but there wasn’t anything on cable television so I was forced to switch my attention to the computer to watch shows that normally don’t come on American TV because they only exist in the wonderful country of Japan so I used the magical power of the internet to watch a comedy, mystery, psychological, science fiction, slice of life, and supernatural genre anime titled “The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya”; which is about a beautiful girl named Haruhi Suzumiya who introduces herself as having "no interest in ordinary humans" but she creates a school club called 'Save our world by Overloading it with fun Suzumiya Haruhi's Brigade' or the S.O.S. Brigade in short, whose main goal is to find any aliens, time travelers, sliders or espers(an individual capable of telepathy and other similar paranormal abilities) and it’s ironic how the students who join the club are aliens, time travelers, and ESPers but there is one member who is nothing special, he is just an ordinary schoolboy who doesn’t believe in aliens, time travelers, or espers but he soon find out that they are real and they only exist because the girl Haruhi Suzumiya is a god and she makes whatever she wants to happen because she is a god and cause things to happen with her mind.

255 word sentence

Posted by Tajh Jenkins in Storytelling - Chase on
Shawn and Shane hated each other; the fact that they were brothers didn’t even come in the way of the amount of hate between them, although Shawn is the older of the two, he always felt as though Shane was appreciated more by their parents because they gave him more attention, spoiled him with whatever he wanted and never punished him for the things that he did wrong, rather than talking to his parents about how he felt while he was young Shawn grew up despising his brother feeling as though he could live his adult life without seeing and speaking to his family except for only on occasions, because of his feelings, whenever he and Shane were young, Shawn would treat him badly which always led to them fighting, when Shawn left for college and went on to live his adult life with his wife and kids, he went years without speaking to his brother, until late last year Shawn decided he would show up for their family reunion with the encouragement of his wife, things were awkward at the reunion because no one expected him to show, not even his parents, at the reunion Shawn spoke to everyone but whenever he and his brother crossed paths there was silence, until his father had enough of it, their father talked some sense into the boys and told them to talk about all there issues and put everything on the table, once they went in the house to talk, a fight broke lose. (To be continued)

251 Word Sentence Story

Posted by Sinnea Douglas in Storytelling - Chase on
It was a sticky, sweaty day, the kind that makes every article of clothing your wearing melt into your skin like a thick stick of butter in a scolding hot skillet or like a snowball in the warm waters of the Red Sea as I sat in Youseff’s dark muggy house on the dangerous crime and crack infested corner of 54th and Springfield, I began to sweat, small beads of perspiration formed along my hairline and dribbled down the sides of my face, more formed in the crease of my neck and behind my ears, I sat continually dabbing myself with thin moist tissues that only left tiny papery balls along my hot irritated body as I wiped a pool of sweat out of my eyes I looked across the room at Kavi, she was curled up on the loveseat, knees tucked into chest, her feet covered in black socks with ugly big eyed frogs with long pink looped tongues and she had her eyes open, I could see her small hazel pupils peeking through her lash invaded eyelids, I though “why does she sleep like that?”, Anwar must have read my mind because he slithered from his cool spot on the floor and crept his sweaty black face right up to Kavi’s and screamed a loud shrieking pubescent scream as her face met his- now of course Kavi jumped and Youseff came tumbling down the stairs, he tripped on a pair of roller skates that were left on the steps.

 

Time of 2011 (250 Word Sentence)

Posted by Ralen Robinson in Storytelling - Chase on

In the time of 2011, where coffee is god, where 80s/retro music reinvent’s the style of spring and fall with bulky sweaters and no care attitude that takes over the airways with “fight the power of the prepster “ defining the American youth, where v necks and large words get used such as cultivate, Ablutophobia & Haussmannize are accompanied with sly insults making the normal kid say “what!” teenagers blow up the population with condescending phrases therefore making assholes born and no more traces of friendliness available in the mellow pastime of the “Cookie cutter lifestyle”, where the an average sixteen year old can respond on the changing fashions of Monet with a French dialect while cheap coffee is being sipped in the mouth of the future, where in any other circumstances a child would be worried about the latest movie but, no now time has changed; Asshole have taken over the population, where smoking a cigarette and chi tea plus not going green a stigma of pure disgrace young innocent teenage minds has morphed into the 2011 frame here I stand here eighteen years of life having a large grasp on the person I am today and where I want to be instead of frantically running around like a chicken with my head cut off I’d regained my own internal being.

Demon Drop

Posted by Evett Hawks in Storytelling - Chase on
During the summer i went to a amusement park with Anthony and Zach. There was a ride called " The Demon drop" and it went almost as high as the tallest roller coaster there. Maddie , Anthony, Zach and I got in line and waited for our turn finally it came and the ride happened to be a four seater so we all got to ride together. the ride scaled to the top and you could feel gravity pushing to keep you down. we finally got to the top and nothing happened. We all took in the view after a good 3 minutes we looked at each other and started making small talk. Zach broke the silence by saying 
"So how's the weather?" 
"well i think -" anthony couldn't finish his sentence the only thing he got out was " Ahhh" and we all join in unison except me who was too busy laughing and trying to get air while falling. we fell and then were on our backs , we flipped to back at the line that we came from and we all got out laughing imitating his scream and re-enacting the whole thing over again. This i think was the most hilarious moment that happened while being at Dorney park.

Story #4 Not a leg to stand on.

Posted by Zachary Walls in Storytelling - Chase on
​Easter of whatever year Harry Potter and the goblet of fire came out.  My sister and I were playing with toy cars. It was a few hours after bedtime and it started getting cold. I didn't want to go downstairs to get my parents because they would make us go to bed so I got the "brilliant" idea to stack up two chairs, a silver case, and a pillow (for safety of course) and climbed up my poorly constructed tower to meet the fan cord. Expectedly it fell and I landed my face on the back of one of the play chairs. I cried and screamed and my sister backed out of the room. My parents came upstairs and decided after figuring out what happened that it was time for a hospital trip. (the hospital portion of this story merits another story so more tomorrow) 

The Longest Hour of My Life

Posted by Jennifer Albright in Storytelling - Chase on
So, today was an extremely long day. It was filled with classes, but my worries began this morning during X-Band. My best friend started shaking uncontrollably in the middle of Calculus class and it was not easy to handle. Seeing someone that I'm so close to and who generally brightens the days of many people in such a bad position made me want to cry. The only thing I could actually do was text her mom and hold her trembling hands between shudders while we waited for her mom to pick her up. And my day never seemed as long as that hour felt to me, seeing someone I love so much and having no way to help her.

Each day, it hits me more and more that you're leaving.

Posted by Melissa Buchanico in Storytelling - Chase on

Dear Bianca,

 

There have been a lot of things going through my mind lately about you going into the military. Please don’t think that I am mad at you or I don’t want to support you, because I do. I admire you so much for having the guts and the bravery to enroll yourself into that line of duty. It takes a certain kind of person to be able to stand up in front of their country and place their life on the line to protect us.

You are my best friend here in school and I wouldn’t trade that for the world. When we get mad at each other, it’s a pain in the ass. As annoying as it is sometimes to come in 7:50 in the morning and listen to you yell and scream about the crack whore on the El who wanted to fight you, I enjoy it because I know there is no one else like you. There is no one else that I can experience that with and I love you for that.  You just have to understand where I am coming from.

It’s a lot to take in, watching your best friend stress over filling out her forms to place herself in the military. You WILL be out there fighting, you WILL be out there risking your life, and frankly, that scares the shit out of me. I don’t want to you lose you, I never do, and you have to understand where your sister and I are coming from. I wish I didn’t have to talk to you about this, which is partially the reason I am writing you this letter because if I do try and tell you this in person, I will probably start crying.

Mrs. Hull approached me this morning because she feels like none of your friends are supporting you and I want you to know that I am by your side 100%, as crazy as your ideas and views may be, I will always be there for you. It took 4 years to fully understand you and I am happy that I do. I am so proud of you and your choices, please don’t ever think that I am not going to be by your side. I love you so much, like I said, you’re my best friend and one of the only people that I can trust these days. I want you to continue on with this because I know how dedicated you are to doing this and I wish I had your bravery.

Just be careful and always remember that everyone loves you. If you ever need anyone to talk to, you know I am here, by your side, every day, 24/7, 100%.

(:

 

I LOVE YOU<3.

 

Love,

Misssy.

The never-ending sentence

Posted by Talib Friend in Storytelling - Chase on
​​He rolled out of bed, today would be a big day for him so after he brushed his teeth, got dressed and took a shower, he left for school and while in school he asked his best friend to fix his tie, she sighed before she slowly pulled him closer, he bent down and she finished pretty quickly, whenever she did something for him he was always quick to thank her for doing whatever she did, so he quickly thanked her and began walking to his next class, "today will be a good day" he thought before strolling into his first period class, well at least until after school arrived then suddenly he remembered he forgot his breakfast in his locker, usually at this point he would just sit down and save it for later, since his stomach was grumbling he decided to take the trip back down to his locker, running into several people he new on the way downstairs until he made it to the stuffed locker on the 2nd floor, if he made it back upstairs in time maybe his teacher wouldn't say anything to him, he casually strolled into the classroom hoping he wasn't already telling the class what to do because that would most definitely attract some attention with the sudden presence of another student, even if it was his favorite teacher to begin with, because he was practically glued to his computer it gave him a slim window to slip into his seat, since he didn't see him he thought he could just open his computer and get started without anyone noticing, since the computer was off it would take a little while in order for him to get started, before he could even get to the sign in screen his teacher already had his hand on his shoulder, softly patting "You get started on your story yet?" "Not yet, my computer just started up" "Oh really, well get started so" he gave off a warm smile as always and walked away, then he looked up at the board which read "Write 250 words to a short story without periods, be sure to use good grammar" he sat there for a minute and read what was on the board again wondering how in the world he was supposed to write a story without a complete thought, without the use of a period, suddenly he became so much more appreciative for the period, then his teacher walked up to the board ad begin writing "If your getting stuck on your short story, you should probably look up this on Google..........subordinate clauses" and so the young senior began writing away, jumpstarted by the subordinate clauses he found.

 

The n

Posted by Anonymous in Storytelling - Chase on

​He rolled out of bed, today would be a big day for him so after he brushed his teeth, got dressed and took a shower, he left for school and while in school he asked his best friend to fix his tie, she sighed before she slowly pulled him closer, he bent down and she finished pretty quickly, whenever she did something for him he was always quick to thank her for doing whatever she did, so he quickly thanked her and began walking to his next class, "today will be a good day" he thought before strolling into his first period class, well at least until after school arrived then suddenly he remembered he forgot his breakfast in his locker, usually at this point he would just sit down and save it for later, since his stomach was grumbling he decided to take the trip back down to his locker, running into several people he new on the way downstairs until he made it to the stuffed locker on the 2nd floor, if he made it back upstairs in time maybe his teacher wouldn't say anything to him, he casually strolled into the classroom hoping he wasn't already telling the class what to do because that would most definitely attract some attention with the sudden presence of another student, even if it was his favorite teacher to begin with, because he was practically glued to his computer it gave him a slim window to slip into his seat, since he didn't see him he thought he could just open his computer and get started without anyone noticing, since the computer was off it would take a little while in order for him to get started, before he could even get to the sign in screen his teacher already had his hand on his shoulder, softly patting "You get started on your story yet?" "Not yet, my computer just started up" "Oh really, well get started so" he gave off a warm smile as always and walked away, then he looked up at the board which read "Write 250 words to a short story without periods, be sure to use good grammar" he sat there for a minute and read what was on the board again wondering how in the world he was supposed to write a story without a complete thought, without the use of a period, suddenly he became so much more appreciative for the period, then his teacher walked up to the board ad begin writing "If your getting stuck on your short story, you should probably look up this on Google..........subordinate clauses" and so the young senior began writing away, jumpstarted by the subordinate clauses he found.

 

I Don't Trust Her

Posted by Andre Serrano in Storytelling - Chase on
Shortly after arriving home from military school (which his mother forced him to go after a series of what she deemed “unruly behavior”), Jason quickly discovers that his dad has been dating a much younger woman only several months after the death of his mother, who had been tragically killed in a freak car accident – the same car accident that killed his younger sisters Jessica and Michelle on the way to their dentist appointment; Jason decides that there is something strange about his father’s new girlfriend, like she is hiding something – something she definitely doesn’t want the family to know; while obviously preoccupied on his date, clearly thinking about the possible investigation work on his father’s girlfriend,  while confiding in his girlfriend of two years as they were on their first date since he returned home, “there’s something about her, I don’t know what it is, but I don’t trust her”, clearly in doubt of his paranoid state and wanting to continue on with their date, she tells him he’s overreacting, “Come on dude, your dad’s happy, you’re probably just not over what happened to your mom” taken aback by this comment from his girlfriend, he stops the car suddenly and appears to gather himself, presumably thinking about what has transpired during his time away from home “Did she miss me? Did she regret sending me away from my home, my family?