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After School Special

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“MS. JONES!!!” Ms. Harris shouted, causing me to snap my head up from my desk, “What?” I reply, irritated, “No sleeping in my classroom!” she exclaimed, “This isn’t an air bnb. Keep your eyes open.” Everyone then started chuckling as they continued their test. Thankfully I was already done with mine or the embarrassment would’ve hindered my focus. “I know, sorry,” I answered back sarcastically.

Time goes by and I’m bored out of my mind. The constant ticking of the clock annoying the fuck out of me, the fact that there were people who haven’t even turned a page of their test made me lose some faith in humanity, the silence that filled the classroom driving me up the wall, etc. I’m sure I was one more second away from losing my composure and punching someone, then my prayers were answered as the bell rang. Read more »

Quizzical

Mom stood in front of the class, removing her trench-coat, scarlet-faced, as she wore the grass skirt and coconut bra per Mr. Wilson’s demand yesterday.

“Alright, class,” Mr. Wilson called out, “You’re probably wondering why your glass of water of a teacher is wearing such provocative attire. Fret not. For you see, through no fault of your own, I’ve been noticing a lackluster performance in this class. So to boost morale, she’s going to give you a treat. She will perform a belly dance as I ask a few questions that’ll be on your next test. There’s a prize per each correct answer.” This is bullshit. What kind of principal is this? This is how you improve on productivity? I hope you burn in hell for this, you son of a bitch.

He plays some music and points to mom who begins her dance, still red in the face, but trying her damnedest to hold herself together.

“First question,” he says, reading a cue card, “What is density?” Everyone’s hands rocket in the air except mine. “Hmm, Saints,” he called out, pointing to me. I don’t say a word. “Okay, someone who knows,” he scans the room, “Willis.” Read more »

Picture This

“Hmm, blue,” Jen said. Tiff hands her a spray can. Jen sprays it but red paint

comes out. “You jerk” she laughs, throwing the cap at Tiff “Monkey’s paw rules, bitch.” Tiff responds, pointing at her hoodie with the popular band, Orangutanz, logo. Jen facepalms and says “I hope you’re proud of yourself,” “Indeed,” They share a laugh and continue painting on the walls of an abandoned factory. The end result was a mural of a hooded figure standing on a pile of mangled corpses with the blood of their entrails forming into a scythe with a text at the bottom reading: “Join the family!” With the hooded figure gesturing anyone unfortunate to look in that direction to come to it. “Perfect,” Jen said in approval as she and Tiff gawk at their work. “Just needs a few finishing touches to bring it home a-”

“STOP RIGHT THERE!” a demanding voice echoed through the tunnel. Jen and Tiff dart their gaze towards the source. They see a policeman dashing towards them with everything he was worth. “GO GO GO GO!!!” Jen orders as Tiff drops her spray can, while Jen holds onto hers. Read more »

Helping Hand

“Someone, please,” a frail girl pleads, sitting in her box on the curb with a cup in hand. Everyone is passing her, not even giving her a split second of their vision. Those who do look at her with disgust. One person accidentally trips on the box, knocking the girl over along with her cup sending nickels and dimes rolling everywhere. A few people pocket the money before the girl realized what was going on. When she does, she begins to tear up. She fixes up her box, goes inside, closes the flaps, and silently weeps.

“Daddy! daddy!” a little girl says, walking with her father, “There’s a box for mommy’s gift!” “Why, yes there is,” the father responds, “And it’s the perfect size. And seems to be in good condition. Stupid litterers.” He begins to pick up the box, only to realize that there’s something inside. Curious, he opens the box to find the girl. “Oh,” he says, disappointed, “It’s in use. Looks like we gotta go find another o-” The father then tips over the box over, dumping the girl out, picking up the box, and takes off. The girl lays there on the concrete, tears running down her face. She then crawls to an alley entrance, curls in a ball, and starts crying her eyes out. Read more »

Mordex x Yumiko (Brawlhalla fanfiction)

“3, 2, 1, BRAWL!!!” The match starts. The cunning fox spirit facing off against the vicious werewolf in a best of three falls match. They dash towards the center of the stage. Mordex makes the first move with an attempted punch to Yumiko’s face. She ducks underneath the punch and kicks Mordex in the back.

She dashes towards him, landing three punches to the gut and a knee to the chin. As he stumbles backwards, she attempts to elbow his chest, to which Mordex grabs her elbow and pulls her in for a punch. He kicks her knee, causing her to kneel, jumps onto it with his right foot, and kicks her in the face with his left, causing her to fall onto her back. Mordex then grabs his gauntlets and attempts to smash them onto Yumiko, who uses four of her tails to block it.

After the landing, Yumiko emerges from her tail cocoon and headbutts Mordex, knocking him in the air. She jumps up to him and gives him an uppercut, surpassing him due to her momentum, then turns around and kicks him back to the ground. Read more »

On The Road

Gail had her target in sight. All she has to do is release the arrow. It’s at the perfect angle, the drawback is flawless, and the deer is none the wiser. Drinking away at the pond just begging to get an arrow to the jugular. It’s already been perfect so far: the constant tweets from birds and movements from other vermin in the grass and trees masked Gail’s subtle movements as she snaked her way through bushes, she had Serina on the opposite end just in case the small chance of anything going wrong came into fruition, and they both had plenty of spare arrows, due to perfect precision from previous hunting sessions. It was all set. And now, she waits. Just waiting for the perfect moment. ‘Wait for it. Wait for it.’ Gail is mentally reciting to herself as she pictures in her mind most of the possible events that’ll take place. She takes a deep breath, narrows her eyes, and fires. The arrow is pushed through the air, silently, yet briefly whistling as it makes its way toward its intended target. Only for the deer to quickly rise its head, causing the arrow to barely graze the fur on its chin and land in the water. Startled, the deer immediately starts trotting away, but not too far as Serina’s arrow pierced right into its skull. Read more »