The Silent TruthThe Silent Truth “It’s always the quiet ones.” That’s what I hear from everyone. The teachers, the students, and even the parents believe that. I sigh as I write this, just at the mention of that small stereotype given to people like Brandon, like Edgar….like me.It’s just a small phrase. It didn’t have a great depth of meaning. It was just something people always said about us, because we were different, mysterious even. And frankly, I would agree with the last bit. But with what they think now, after what Edgar did to Alice and what Brandon supposedly did to Karen, they all look at me differently. They all think I’m like them. A killer, a murderer, a quiet one. They don’t say a word to me, no one does but the teachers, but only then it’s when they’re calling for attendance or asking me to answer a question in front of the class. But now even that last b
The Strange Old ManThe Strange Old ManIt was the evening of his 60th birthday. Old Sydney Rehnquist was alone on the veranda of his house in Surrey and nobody came to wish him a happy birthday. It was not Sydney's manner nor his appearance that warded people off. Sydney had been as polite and outgoing as his age permitted, although he admitted that this age level prefers peaceful solitude. He had neither informed anyone nor refused visitors, as he had expected that someone would call on him that day. Nobody came. Then I came but he admitted me."Hallo, Sydney, old mate. Why so alone?""Dunno, Ralph. But anyways, I'm enjoying the tranquility. I'm imbibing a local ale. What'll you have?""Have you got an extra bottle in there?""I sure have. Take a chair. I'll bring it out."I said that Sydney's manner wouldn't scare people away. His appearance was thin, we'd say he was gaunt, and rather pale. As he spoke, I suddenly noticed a change in his teeth. The front teeth and his molars bore fang like tips. But I
A Ship's Memory of TerrorSHANGHAI, CHINA--2030 I am the pride of the American shipping, the SS United States. Let me tell you a chilling tale that happened to me. Be warned, you may be a little frightened. Sailing these seas brings it all back as fresh as if it were yesterday. Sometimes, I wish I didn't remember. But, I do. Some time ago, I was on a mission to Shanghai, China. I was on a mission with my friends to kill the dreaded 'Extended Ship'. No longer a normal ship, this one had been modified beyond imaginable ways by the people, and so seemed more like a demon than even a regular, harmless vessel. Perhaps you are thinking I am getting carried away. Of course, there are many ships who are disagreeable, why on earth should the 'Extended Ship' be any different. Well, friend. You weren't there seeing what I did. Not what I did, and all of my closest friends did. Extended Ship was now classified as a 'super ship', according to what the people tol
Dive The ocean’s gentle rhythm drove out all thoughts from Ophelia’s head. The waves crashing against the coast was all that could be heard, not even a gull cried on this summer night. The only thing she felt was the cool cliff rocks under her bare feet and the wind blowing the salty ocean spray in her face. She cast her eyes out to sea, city lights dotted the horizon. Warm friendly light where friendly people where were meant to be but she was out here, so far away from them. She was always far away but that didn't matter now. Ophelia watched the sea foam bubble and froth as it struck the jagged rocks under her feet. They rose up from the sea like the blackened teeth of a giant monster, the waves flowing through them as if the monster was drooling over a slab of meat. The tide came in and the waves crashed higher and higher, her mind seemed to get caught in those waves. They pushed her deep beneath the crashing waves and it whirled in the depth of the water.
VonThere was a time – an unnamed and unspecific – where I had met certain people in my life. I shall not say why or where but I shall tell you whom. There was a pretty girl sitting by the window who slits her wrists up to her bones and was termed “unstable” to the doctors yet she tells such beautiful stories it made those who listens cry. Sitting next to her was a boy with sandy hair who speaks none and yet draws the most intricate murals – bearing the entire ocean of his heart on rough rice paper. Opposite me lay a girl who was immobilised due to her brittle bones and sings the most heartfelt songs from a cold land – a language I had yet to understand. She tells me the song was called Von. Confused, I asked what it meant and she gave me a smile – just a little lift of her lips. She looks at the other two people in the room who held knowing looks – an inside information I have yet to find out before she turns to me. You are, she said. You ar
She was the Death of meI always thought I loved her...but then one night she tried to kill me.My name was Jacob Hadyn, I was your run of the mill nobody. Blended into the background, went to school while I was there. Then went to work everyday when I was old enough for a full time job. I had the best job in the world! No one ever knew, or understood how happy it made me. But one day, during a snow storm, I took cover in a cafe that was half way between work and my job. I had no intention to order anything. But, there at the counter, behind the counter I should say, was the single most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Not everyone's cup of tea or coffee, but she was definitely mine. I felt an elaborate dance of bees going on within my stomach as I slowly walked towards her to place my order."What can I get ya?" she said with one of those candy apple genuine smiles on her luscious lips. I looked down at my feet and mumbled under my breath, "A small hot chocolate, please." My feet taking turns at standing on t