Deep
in the woods, bryan huffed and puffed as he sat underneath a tree
after having walked for hours. He had gotten lost while he and his
mother were hiking, having been distracted while talking with some
birds.
"i
*huff* i gotta find mommy" he said to himself. it occurred to
him that he could call out for help, but he was a stubborn child. His
mother always thought that bryan was a rather whiny child, and she
knew just how weak he was. She felt that he needed to be toughened
up, which

Taking
Shelter
By
Thorne
Josh
gets caught in the rain and is forced to take shelter in a shed. If
only he knew it already had an inhabitant...
The
soft pitter patter of rainfall filled Josh’s ears as he rushed
through the woods. His clothes were quickly becoming soaked and his
shoes squelched with each step. It was just his luck to get caught in
the rain, and he had forgotten his fishing pole by the river in his
rush to get home.
A
sharp crack filled the night filled the night sky and he star

Murphey’s
Law
By
Thorne
“We
are almost there Will, just a bit farther now.”
I
walked down the street with Luke. We had met a few days ago in
school. He needed help with his math, and I offered to help him out.
After a while, we became friends. He was actually my only real friend
at school. No one else wanted to hang out with the bossy math nerd. I
didn’t blame them, most of the time I need control when we work in
groups. My standards are higher than theirs are, so when the others
aren’

The heavy droning
sound of the rain falling against you rang loudly in your ears. Your
feet shuffled through the mud, your hands wrap around your chest as
you tried to keep yourself warm under your soak clothes. You grumbly
think to yourself, “Go to the forest, they said, it’s a beautiful
sight to see.” What your friends seem to left out is don’t get
lost in it and hope to god it doesn’t rain. Then again, it was
probably your fault of not making sure your smart phone was fully
charge o

Miles
walked down the street, box in hand. He brushed a lock of blonde hair
from in front of his hazel eye, then carefully slide his hand back
beneath the white pastry box. He couldn’t help but smile as he
thought of the evening ahead. He’d been looking forward to it ever
since he’d received the invite a week ago.
“Sixty-eight,
seventy, seventy-two Willow Street. This is the place,” he said.
It
was almost a dream come true. He’d been friends with Mayama for
years, but it had always b