Unloaded- Chapter One

RICHARD LAUGHED WHEN I PULLED OUT THE GUN.

      “What is this, some sort of half-assed robbery?” he said, snickering.
      I glared at him, my hands itching to grab at his throat and choke his Spanish accent off of the face of the earth. I still had some things to learn, this being my first break-in, but he didn’t have to laugh. I mean, after all, everyone knows robbers always have guns on them.
      His brown eyes rushed through a rare moment of seriousness as his fingers quickly disassembled the pistol.

A Magnetic Attraction: I Can't Stop Snuggly-Wugglying You!

*Please note that this is a story mocking ridiculous, sappy, lovey-dovey smooshy-wooshy couples*

*In no way is this advice. If you consider it so, then please seek medical attention immediately.*

*You are probably a serial killer or something.*

It Doesn't Matter

          My shoulder strap dug into my arm and my Converse made deep imprints beneath the wet soil I walked on. My favorite black hoodie was weighted by the rain. I stuck my thumbs through some holes in the sleeves, attempting to block the breezes flowing through them.

          The rain continued to fall in relentless sheets over my head, but I had grown used to the cold, the wet, and the otherwise unnerving. Trees carried the raindrops and cradled them in their darkening, dead leaves, before letting them fall down to the earth.

Stupid Cowards

          I stepped out of the grocery store as the crisp, autumn wind blew across my face. Carefully walking down the asphalt, which was in an utter state of disrepair, I searched the expansive, vacant parking lot for my Lincoln SUV. My heel bumped against a crumb of the road, which skittered a few feet in front of me. Suddenly, I stopped.  I swore I had heard something. I shrugged it off and walked to the car again, albeit a bit more fearfully than before.

For the Best

For the Best