Impact (Police Dog Short Story) by Equus-21, literature
Literature
Impact (Police Dog Short Story)
Note: The following was written as an assigned project for my Driver’s Ed class.
He was down, I knew it. Right as my jaw clamped around his wrist-my partner stood behind me, pistol raised and getting ready to get his handcuffs and get yet another baddie in the city of Boston, I knew the name of the city because I had heard it so many times on Mike’s radio.
The room we’re in is quite musty, smells awful – a one floor apartment. The lighting not very good, floors made of hardwood. The living room has one TV in the corner and one ripped up leather couch. Underneath the floorboards is where I smell the worse smell of all
CHAPTER 6
Drake led Terra by the arm past the barricades where Utan and the others stood with their rifles drawn as they kept the crowd back alongside several cops in full riot gear. Drake yanked her forward making her wince in pain. “GAH! Drake, take it easy!!”
Utan looked back, surprised to see Terra with Drake. “What the hell?” He walked over, watching as Drake released her and dusted himself off. “I thought you went back home.” he said, turning to Terra.
Drake growled and pointed back over his shoulder toward the smoke. “She fuckin’ followed me.” he snarled, turning his attention
CHAPTER 5
Terra lay in bed, finding herself just staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. With a groan, she folded her arms behind her head and looked at the flash drive sitting on her nightstand. “No…” she thought, turning away from it. “I don’t know what’s on that thing…I don’t want it screwing up my laptop…” She looked at it again, then back to the ceiling and watched as the light from a car on the street passed overhead. “then again…” She looked at it for a third time. “They haven’t tried anything yet…And Drake seems more concerned with smoki
CHAPTER 3
The end of the summer came quickly and, with it, a new school year. Terra ran around her house, having woken up late after forgetting to set her alarm clock the night before. In the garage, Drake was making some final adjustments to the Raptor’s new engine when the girl suddenly burst through the door and tripped over a screwdriver on the ground. He looked over his shoulder at her, confused by what had just happened, then laughed to himself.
“The hell are you doing?” he asked, his oil covered hands onto his pants as he got up.
She groaned and dusted herself off. “I’m late for school, Drake!!”
CHAPTER 2
Hours later, Drake and Terra sat at a booth in a local bar across the street from the mall. Terra hadn’t spoken since the fight in the mall, unnerved by how vicious Drake’s retaliation was. She looked over at him as he took a drink of his beer, then back down at her soda. “Drake…?” she mumbled, getting his attention. “A-About back there…”
“Nothing to talk about. That piece of shit took your wallet, I got it back. Then attacked me so I dropped his ass.”
“But so easily?” Drake raised an eyebrow and leaned back with his arms on the back of the bench. “T
I Need To Get Out by KerriganClearwater, literature
Literature
I Need To Get Out
Why am I here?
This building is a prison, no one can leave
Listen to them jeer
Monsters in the doorways
And the stairwells
I need to get out
Words are bullets
Chasing me down these halls of gray
I cannot get away
Can't make it another day
There's traffic in the tunnel
No getting through
Claustrophobia is sinking in
Breathing intensifies, sweat cascades down
I need to get out
We're all drowning here,
In a bog of innocence
Which way do we go?
I don't know, I don't know.
It's not gonna be alright,
It's never gonna be ok
I'm isolated
Alone
I need to get out
Monotony
This place buzzes in patterns
Like a hive
Or a machine.
Many things to lea
Porcelain Houses by KerriganClearwater, literature
Literature
Porcelain Houses
We were in love once?
It seems hard to imagine
Such a time where happiness was common
Instead of a fable
We had it all long ago
A kingdom of our own
Now the castle crumbles
Turning slowly to dust
Our field of roses
Has withered away and
Is long gone
Replaced by weeds and rocks
Words are exchanged
Full of hatred
I wish they'd go away
But they will not
My voice is the thunder
Echoing throughout the house
You screech wildly
Like a bird of prey
Zooming in on its target
Glass is breaking
Memories thrown against the wall
Until the the floor looks like the night sky
Each shard a star, in the universe of sorrow
Our legacies and destinies
Watch
Speak of the Devil - Chapter One - MIBS by letthemeatwords, literature
Literature
Speak of the Devil - Chapter One - MIBS
Hello there, guests. My name is MIBS (yes, spelled with all capital letters), and I'm here to give you a tour of Hell.
I'm not exaggerating here. I actually live in the capitol of Hell.
Let's start with the library, because that is where my story began. The shelves are dusty and not well maintained, and termites build their nests in the crevices. The books themselves are dry and cold like packed snow. I could practically feel the aches of the books, so rarely opened to the light of day, beneath my fingers. You see, demons don't really have the drive to learn much besides how to be mischievous and evil... well, most demons, at leas