Untitled by Heather Wicks

           Ben pulled up next to pump nine at the local Gas 'N' Go and got out of his car.  While he waited, he ran his fingers through his hair, which was turning gray as a result of his hard work and sleepless nights.  Looking around at all the cars filling up with gasoline, he sighed.  "Someday," he muttered to himself. 

            Ben had a long, hard day at work, but he knew that it would all pay off soon.  He was working on a private project involving the way people fuel their vehicles.  He was on the verge of a breakthrough,

Lies Discovered by Molly Tapken

"Julian? Do you do graffiti?" The concept was so unfamiliar to her that she didn't even know how to word it without sounding like a complete novice, but that didn't stop Julian from freezing mid-step. Where could she have gotten such an idea?

        "What?" That wasn't Julian. Just as he had veiled himself in a perfected constructed demeanor of relaxed ignorance, prepared to console his fretting mother against the notion that he could possibly be anything close to a graffiti artist, a voice barked from the garage doorway.

Are we really Bestfriends, if your hiding me? by Rachel Cortez

We were westling on the floor. He tickeled me, and made me say that he won. I wouldn't admit it. I tried to tackle him and that didnt work so well. He pined me down again he wanted me to say that i had lost but i wasn't going to lose. We kept rolling on the floor, until we hit the dog. His mom came in to tell us dinner was ready and not to roll over the dog. We went to have dinner in the main room we watched the baseball game and when dinner was done we went back into the family room to watch a movie. Usually it's a fight on what movie we watch but tonight was different, tonight he let me chose and we didn't fight. When we got the movie started and comfortable he asked if I was cold, I said kinda but I'm okay. He got up and went to go get a blanket. I watched him walk out of the room, and it was quiet. I closed my eyes and soon after I heard

Young and Naive by Victoria Morales

Young and naïve these words haunt

me wherever I go. Whenever I don't reach my "potential" (whatever the hell that
means) or if I don't live up to someone else's expectation of me I hear these
words. All I think is just because I'm not who you expect me to be or want me
to be doesn't mean

R.I.P. by Edu Espiritu

Even when I'm six feet under,
Family crying - Enemies thinking that's nice,
Mad and I can't do much,
But this will still suffice,
Loved ones telling me to keep R.I.P.-ing,
Raging In Paradise
RAGE ON...