Title Game Story Collection

 Feldspar

The darkness was absolute. Around the lone man was a sea of storms of fierce lighting storms. A land of dark grey nearly black stone surrounds the man. 

The man is dressed in a dark blue jumpsuit, a white almost feathery cape. The feathery fabric bellows in war with the harsh swirling elements. He looks up to the sky and jumps, shooting hundreds of feet into the air. He climbs higher and higher reaching a point until the force of gravity takes over. Bending into an arch he circles into a nosedive.

Reaching terminal velocity he outstretches his arms and the cape follows suit spreading like angelic wings. Catching the air within the cape the force angles the man and he flies like a speeding bullet across the dark horizon

Lecture

In the middle of a dimly lit room a weasley blonde child sits hunched over in his rickety chair shivering. His white uniform dress shirt is tucked into a pair of dark blue shorts which are slightly too small for his frame. He is drenched, soaking wet. Singular drops of water rhythmically drip into the small puddle forming under him.

A stern woman circles him. Her shining white hair is shaped in a tight bun at the back of her head. She is in her late thirties, perhaps early forties. A stern disapproving look is set upon her face. The expression is out of place for a face which is so friendly and approachable. Her electric blue eyes have a cold, almost dead lock on the child. 

Her calm and controlling demeanor is suddenly broken as she kicks the back left leg of the chair the child is sitting in easily snapping it. The chair topples over and the boy lands in the puddle splashing water onto the woman's purple blouse.

Mr. Bojangles 

Broken, he knew something was broken, but was too drunk to properly identify what it was. It didn’t matter; he had broken several bones before and knew he would break several more. What was more important to him was where he was. He opens his eyes only to be greeted with blinding light. Automatically the eyes slam shut. It was pointless he knew the world would be too blurry anyway in his intoxicated state. Rolls over onto his side winces in extreme pain. A rib a rib was definitely broken he decided, maybe his collar bone too.

“Wake up you piece of shit” a familiar voice bellows.

“Not so loud” the man says.

“I ain’t shoutin’ stewpid you just completely smashed” the voice responds.

The man determines he is facing away from the source of the voice. He outstretches his arm to only feel extreme pain jolt down his side. He waves off the proprietor of the voice. 

“Gimme a min I’ll walk it off-” the man is cut off as he vomits all over himself. 

“Well” he thinks, “time to get up.” 

Proud Monkey

I am a monkey, well technically an ape but we all think of ourselves and monkeys. I have fought in many wars. Mainly against the Grizzly army, but some amount against the humans. I generally despise humans, but many of their women are fine as can be, and they are extremely fallible to my monkey charm. I was there on the front lines during the liberation of Japan, and commanded the 345th battalion during the invasion of Ohio, which we won by the way. I smile my monkey smile because I am proud of myself.    

What Do I Do?

Beaten and bruised Marvin cowards beneath me.

“Spare me, please” he begged.

Alive he was more dangerous to me, but my employer would pay more. Dead he would be more risky to transport. I carefully considered my next move.

Marvin bursts out into a maniacal laughter, and holds up a calculator to me. My eyes widen in fear as I start to run away. By the time I am a hundred feet away I look back expecting to see what's left, but there stands Marvin waving. I hear a beeping and realize what he has done. I throw my coat the ground and see the calculator taped to it.

“Oh shit,” I mutter….

Goosebumps

 My best friend wanders in the pitch black room with only an old flashlight to guide him. He takes a step closer to me.

“NO NO NO NO,” I think, “Turn around please please please.” By now he is only a few feet from me. A tear escaped my eye as my body started to move. I try to stop it but I have no control. I pounce in him and grab his throat. “I am sorry,” I croak. It took all my will power to barely get those words around it. My hands tighten around his neck, I cannot feel them, but I see it happening before me. Suddenly a sickening crack erupts and my friends stops moving entirely. He is dead. I let go and step back. He suddenly jolts up