Second chance Stories

Will Mitchell leaned against the lockers and stared at Neil Parker. The older boy lay on the floor, his head surrounded by blood. Was Neil dead? Or just unconscious? Will dropped the baseball bat he had used to attack the bully. It hit the floor with a loud thud. Mr. Krauss, a math teacher, came out of his classroom. Within seconds, he was shrieking for help. Miss Allan, a gym teacher, joined him. She taught first aid so...

Oh God, I want to get out of here," she moaned aloud to no one in particular. "Leave? Before the fireworks at midnight?" I, handsomely dressed in a black suit, slipped onto a barstool beside her. “Do I know you, sweetie?” She didn't turn towards me when she talked and nervously moved her clutch closer to her hourglass figure; my heart sank hearing the pills rattling inside their bottles that she kept hidden in her purse....

The rhythmic, pounding bass and the horns of the Imperial March made her sit up, frantically searching for the phone in the dark. Her hand brushed against something cold, and then she heard the crashing sound of the water glass falling to the floor.“Shit,” she mumbled, as she finally wrapped her shaking hand around the phone.She was panicking that she was going to miss him. Only one person on her phone had that ringtone,...

We started out as a couple of friends,Who saw each other now and then, Two people hurt many times before, And afraid of getting hurt once more. Slowly we began to share long walks, And share our thoughts in quiet talks, And of each other we soon grew fond, Realizing we shared a special bond. Hearts that harbored so much pain, They never thought they'd love again, Secretly wishing that they would find, Someone to give them...

How did you know I needed you?That I really needed someone new,How did you know I was alone?When suddenly you came along.Did you know you’d brighten my day?That I really needed a friend today,Did you really know it’s been a while?That I have seen so bright a smile,It’s been so long since I could share,Time with someone for which I care,I think we can both shed our past,And make this thing really lastIt’s been way too long...

Thinking about the loves of the past,All the loves that didn’t last.All my loves of yesterday,I wonder where they are today,The close moments that we shared,The loving words that said we cared.I think about the ones that slipped on by,I sit by myself and I wonder why,One day they‘re here and next they‘re gone,I understand that life goes on,But still I wonder if it was meant to be,Are they happier without me?And if we ever...

Hope. Hope really was a wonderful thing; it could keep even the most browbeaten spirit up and running for hours, just to get to that warm golden glow at the end of the tunnel. Hope is a delicate balance of trust, persuasion of one’s self and pure, untainted faith. It really is a beautiful thing to see one hope for something; it was of the utmost purity how one flicker of light could do so much for one’s hope of a warm gol...