The summer of 1975 provided hot, sunny days and warm, balmy evenings in Detroit. Having a pool in our backyard meant late-night swims so we could go to bed and let the box fan in the window blow air on our wet hair, helping to cool us off enough to sleep. That was my parents’ idea of air conditioning. I never minded the heat. As hot as it was, it was nothing compared to the humid, tropical weather I experienced on my many...
Left, right, left, right… keep going, keep breathing. Her chest burned, rasping breaths tearing her parched throat. Still, she battled on. Left, right, left, right… Pumping dance music pounded her ears but she’d long since abandoned keeping time to the beat. Now, it was merely a distraction, a way to drown out slap of feet on the tarmac and the racing thump of her bursting heart. “Must keep going,” she muttered, gasping....
10 YEARS AGO July 22nd , 2030 – 22:37 A young Ripley was playing in her room. She knew that she should have been asleep, but this wasn’t the first time she’d disobeyed her parents. She heard footsteps on the staircase and immediately ducked under her covers. When she realized that the footsteps were going the wrong direction, she peeked and looked at the door. Nothing. Suddenly, thunder rumbled outside her window. She ju...
The pscybotic was lying on top of Sam, too heavy for him to lift off. Sam looked over at Ripley who proceeded to talk into the remote like it was a two-way radio. “Stand up.” The pscybotic immediately stood up. It stood up straight as if it were at attention. Her nudity didn’t phase her at all. “You will not harm anyone in this room, understood?” “Understood.” The voice that came from the pscybotic was deeper than the ave...
Sam was leaning on the tank again, trying to look into the window. The blue liquid was making it hard to tell what was inside, but looking at the dimensions of the tank and the location of the window it wasn’t hard to guess. When he concentrated on where the head should be, he wasn’t shocked to see two eyes staring back at him. “What’s in the tanks?” Sam’s question caught all of their attention. “Because I’m willing to be...
The group was ushered down the corridor of what looked like an old factory, with all the pipes and tanks scattered across the place. They entered into- what had to be a lab. There were computers; blueprint sketches and dismantled high-tech weapons all over the place. Dominating the sides of the room, were man-sized tanks with small windows that showed a blue liquid inside. Sam had a mind to ask what was in the tank but th...
Many hours had passed, not that Sam could tell how many, but the plane had eventually touched down. Sarah and Selena had been quiet the rest of the trip, and the Latino Loner had suspended himself to praying in Spanish. Doug, on the other hand, was doing his best to make conversation with Sam. Sam knew that it was mostly because he was nervous, though Doug would never admit it. When the plane finally came to a stop, Riple...
36 HRS EARLIER October 9 th, 2040 04:45 ‘What do you think, Rip? You think they’ll go for it?’ ‘I don’t know!?’ ‘But let’s be serious Rip. This is the military we’re talking about. They’re not going to commission a military plane to fly across the border. Not for the reason you’re telling them.’ ‘The frequency is important. You know that better than anyone.’ ‘Yeah, I know that, Rip. What I mean is . . . The real reason,...
Sam stepped forward. 'Hey, who are you?'The stranger didn't answer. He just stared back at them.'Can you talk?' asked Doug.The stranger still just stood there.'I don't think he talks, Doug,' said Sam.'Is anyone else getting that "Terminator" feeling,' said Selena in her ever sarcastic tone.Sarah, having had enough of just staring at the stranger stepped forward. 'Hey, where are we?''Sarah, don't!' Sam grabbed her arm keep...
Sam wasn't sure why he woke up. He hadn't set an alarm and the day looked dreary - the worst kind of day for him. Sam wanted to close his eyes and go to sleep but there was a feeling that he couldn't shake. It was the feeling that something was happening. That's when he rolled over to see his computer. There was a word on the black command screen that sat at the center of the screen. CONNECTING... 'What the?' Sam got up f...
Part One, Chapter One“NO BRIGHTS, NO (SCHOOL) ACCESS!” That’s what one pin said on Maddie Sticks’ double neon green shirt. “NO BRIGHTS, NO RIGHTS!” That’s what her green rubber wrist band said in big and bold white letters. Maddie Sticks is an eighteen-year-old girl in neon pink and green who should never be messed with at all. She’s the kind of girl who can get away with everything and to make another student feel misera...
CHAPTER ONE: BRINGING IN THE SUSPECTS 9:45:10 am June 13 th , 2013 Ninety-Two Degrees Fahrenheit Seven teenagers, between the ages sixteen and nineteen, slowly walked up to the front doors of the Pascal J. Schultz Detention Center with irritated, frightened, and tired looks on their faces. All seven teenagers stood outside of the building and waited for someone to come out and give them instructions. On the shoulders of t...
"You got what for my mother?"Nick nodded. He turned to his window.I pulled softly at a clump of his brown hair. "Why?"He turned back and sighed with a small grin. "It's completely unexpected, so I thought, 'Hey, why not?'""You are strange," I said with the utmost seriousness.He made a weird face and turned back to the window.I poked his back. When he did not flinch, I poked him harder."D'you want to know what I got for yo...
There is a town called Fraternity Row. It's a pretty small town with four small neighborhoods (that range from very rich to the not-so-rich) and an area that reminds the Fraternity Row elderly of Hoovervilles in World War II. Those who traveled in the Fraternity Row town say that other than annual events and activities, very rarely, something really big happens. Every morning, Fraternity Row wakes up quietly as the sun ge...
I grew up in a pessimistic family where my parents imagine the worst outcome in a situation and that outcome would always turn out to be true. At first I thought they were psychic and that they predicted the future but that thought went away as quickly as it came. It wasn't until I started to have negative thoughts myself, that things started to go out of control. When I started middle school, people started to bully me....
