Strange Pictures

"Alright! Nice job today guys!" Shouted the producer and chief of the photo shoot as he collected his belongings, stuffed them into his book bag, and made his way towards the silver Mercedes- Benz that he had just purchased a few days ago. " Phew... that was exhausting. I think I'm going to take a long, hot shower, and take a comfy nap when I get home."Jessica, the photographer, mumbled as she unlocked the door to her 2001 Honda Civic and proceeded to start her car.

Jessica stuck the key into the ignition, turned it, and the small engine of the car sputtered and spat for a moment, and then abruptly shut off. Jessica tried this process once again, but nothing happened. "What the heck is wrong with this piece of crap!! She yelled angrily as she forcefully popped the hood of the car open, exited the vehicle, and began to lift the hood of the old Honda to reveal the motor of her car. "What could it possibly be this time?" She sarcastically muttered to herself as she observed the small engine of her car.

Out of nowhere black liquid that appeared to be oil started to spill and splash from the engine at a very rapid rate. Jessica shouted out a cry of fury as the oil was spat on her shirt that she had previously bought from the department store a few days ago. She slammed the hood down, walked back to the door of the vehicle, collected her personal items, and began to walk home.

"I knew I shouldn't have bought that piece of shit car from that rusty, crusty ass old man!! That was nothing but a scam.. And I fell for it." Said Jessica angrily as she handed four hundred dollars in cash to the mechanic who had fixed her motor and brought her car to her apartment., Thank you ma'am.." The mechanic said pleasantly as he smirked and gave the furious woman her car keys. The friendly man then stuck his hand out to shake hers. Jessica gazed at his dry, callused, grease-infected hand for a moment, and then reluctantly stuck her hand out with a fake smile on her face. "No problem.. Sir.." She replied as their hands met. Jessica grimaced slightly as her hand met the mechanic's firm grip. As the man let go, Jessica stared at her hand in horror as now it was covered in dirt.

As soon as the mechanic drove off, Jessica quickly ran back into her apartment and sprinted to he bathroom to clean her hand that was covered grim and slime. "Disgusting!!" She screeched as the hot water of the faucet met her grimy hand. All sorts of muck, dirt, and grime slid off of her hand and sunk into the drain of the sink as she grimaced and frowned in anger of the fact that mechanic even attempted to shake her hand.

Jessica sighed as she sat down on her couch for a moment, pondering how much time was wasted throughout her day. "I need a break from all of this stress.. this is too much for me at one time.. Too bad already used all of my vacation days this year." Jessica mumble to herself sarcastically. She gazed at the pale, white walls her compact apartment until she finally dozed off into a deep, peaceful sleep. 

Last Day of School

I paced towards my gym locker slowly as I prepared to get dressed and rush to my car to leave the school building for the last time. My face was covered in sweat and I was in a pretty bad mood because my gym teacher decided to make my class run 3 miles on the last day of school. "What kind of sense does that make?" I muttered to myself angrily as I slammed my locker door and slid my sneakers on. 

two objects

As I walked towards the large wooden door I scratched my head in curiosity as I tried to guess what could be hiding behind the door. "I wonder what's in this room? I hope it's something cool!" My voice echoed through the large ceilings of the abandoned house. "Oops.. I gotta be more aware of how loud I am.. I don't know who could be living here." I whispered to myself as I approached to the door handle with my hand. I turned the copper knob slowly until I felt a small click.

My eyes lit up in excitement as an array of gold light shone in my face. It appeared to be a trophy room of some sort that I walked into and there were multiple objects that shone with amazing luster. "Woah..." I gasped as I made my towards a stainless steel table that was covered with a vast selection of golden, bronze, and copper objects. My eyes suddenly fell upon a golden cup and and golden hammer that lied next to a piece of paper.

I picked the paper up and began to read: "You may take ONE of these precious objects. But be warned! Whichever item you decide to pick up will determine your fate and destiny." I put the letter in my pocket and set my gaze upon the two amazing objects. "Wow.. I wonder what this is supposed to mean? Which one should  I pick.. I mean the cup is nice and all.. but that hammer is something serious.." After I made my decision I slowly wrapped my hand around the hammer, and then gasped in pain as a sharp pain overcame my entire body and forced me to collapse to the ground.

"What the heck is happening to me?! I muttered as I dropped the hammer and it met the wooden floor with a loud "thud!". As I regained my strength and stood back up I noticed a large marking on my left arm that wasn't there before. I reached for the hammer once again, but this time I was able to grabbed the hammer with no difficulty.

As I exited the large abandoned home, the ground beneath suddenly started to shake violently and the home began to collapse. 

"You're Fired."

"Tim, please report to customer service." The raspy voice of the intercom echoed in the large grocery store. Tim's heart sank as he paused at his cash register in the middle of counting money. He threw the money back into the cash register nervously and made is way towards the customer service desk where his angry boss awaited him.

"Shit... What did I do this time... I hope they didn't catch me stealing money out of the register. Man they wouldn't understand. My family needs the money.." Mumbled George as he quickly paced over to were his boss was standing. George's bosses eyes glared deeply into George's beady, gray eyes as he began to speak in his monotone voice.

George the Champion

"I will win the state championship this year!! I can do this!" George shouted as he sprang forward out of the starting blocks. He was of short stature but he was very muscular and he was known for his athleticism through his high school. George was 17 and a senior at his high school where he ran for the track team and he was very good at what he did.

George set a lot of goals for himself before his senior season because he wanted to be the best track athlete that he could possibly be. During his junior year his track season went pretty decent, but not as well as he'd wanted or expected. George came up very short during the conference meet and he was very disappointed in his times in his event, the 400 meter dash.

George wanted to make up for all of the losses that he took during his track career  in high school because he knew that it was his senior year and it was his last chance to go to states and win. He had a very strong will and he didn't give up very easily.

The long-legged sprinter's spikes lightly clicked on the rubber material of the tar colored track as he furiously made his way around the curve of the track and began to build his momentum. His breaths were long and relaxed and his arms swung with perfect rhythm and form as George bounded towards the finish line and took a final gasp as he crossed the finish line.

"Good run George.." The coach said as George slowly walked towards the water fountain and tried to recover his breath. 

Two Friends..

"So.. why did you want me to come here today Mike? I have a meeting at the Technical Institute in less than an hour. I have places to be right now.. What do you want?  Sarah questioned her boyfriend as she poured her hot cup of coffee into the black mug and sat down at the wooden table at the coffee shop. Mike paused for a moment to observe Sarah's black trench coat that he bought her only a few weeks back and regretted the decision he made even more as a rush of thought entered the young man's mind. "I'm such an idiot! I shouldn't have gone to the bar with the boys yesterday. I  can't believe I actually slept with that girl... She wasn't even cute.." He thought as he scratched his brownish-black hair and checked his silver watch that he purchased at the mall the month before.

"Well Sarah.. this is hard for me to tell you.. but I have to do this..." Mike said as he stared right into Sarah's sharp, hazel-eyed gaze. Sarah took a sip from her mug and then said, "What do need to tell me? Is it something bad?" She whispered. Mike sighed and began to talk.

The Miserable Monster

There once was a monster whose name was "Big Foot". He was a very sorrow creature and lived on his own. His appearance was extremely intimidating but he had a very kind heart, but he never had the chance to show how kind he really was because people would run away as soon as they saw his face. Big Foot stood about 7 feet tall, and he had skin that was as red as a ripe tomato. His eyeballs were a bright yellow complexion and his pupils were slits, similar to a cat or a lizard. Big Foot's mouth was always agape, and his large, sharp, and serrated teeth would always show which made him look even more intimidating. Instead of having hands like a normal person, Big Foot had large paws that were similar to a dog, and at the end of each finger he had large black claws. At the top of the strange creature's head were two large, devilish horns that were as long as a steak knife. But the strangest part of the monster's body were his legs. Instead of having a normal pair of two legs and feet, Big Foot had four horse-like legs with hooves at each end.

"I wish I had friends!!" Big Foot would say everyday he woke up before going to school every morning. The beast resented going to school with a passion. Whenever he walked into the school building he would constantly hear extremely harsh taunts from the other students about his gruesome appearance. There was one particular bully in school that Big Foot tried his best to avoid. His name was Bruce Wilson. But one day Big Foot wasn't able to hide anymore.

"Hey ugly! Where do you think you're going?" Bruce said as he made his way towards Big Foot's locker. Big foot shut his locker door quickly and began to walk towards the school cafeteria with alacrity. "Hey! I know you hear me fatty!!" Bruce shouted as he quickly stepped in front of Big Foot. The monster paused nervously lowered his head in embarrassment. "When I tell you to slow down..you slow down!" Bruce said angrily. "I'm sorry.. um.. I didn't hear you..." Big foot said shamefully. "I don't care!" Bruce replied as he swiftly backhanded the creature and walked away.