Portage
An infinite concrete streak wove ahead of me. I get claustrophobic on highways. I scream when cars pass by me. I pant when I approach semi-trucks. You don't even want to see what I do when I try to pass them; I've gotten pulled over for it more than...
Diplomacy
I was in the last week of my high school, my senior year, when Skylar came back with a vengeance. His Dad made the news; they found him face down outside of a small house surrounded by factories. He was unconscious until he died at the hospital....
Step By Step
I felt his hand clutch around my throat. "Don't...move," he whispered threateningly. I smelled the scaly odor of his hand gently pressed against my throat. Thundering footsteps were heard above us as we crouched underneath the bottom of the stairs....