An onyx-colored high-rise building stood in the lonely Tokyo night. The streets hummed below as the quiet covered the late hours of the night. Restaurants buzzed with patrons, the soaplands provided their hidden services, and the last train had long departed. Everything was routine on the streets. The building, however, resonated with an unseen massacre.
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A section for short stories that I like to write time from time.
It had been two months into the second semester, and he had already mentally checked out.
Physically, Brandin Milton was at the top of his game. He had the stamina to pull and all-nighter videogame session with his homies and still make it five minutes late to his nine a.m. Bio lab. However, he was beginning to think that his nightly activities were taking a toll on his concentration. First semester was laughable with it is Welcome to College 101 classes and History of Music that he took on a whim. The current semester was showing its true strength when he choose to major in computer science three months prior. Brandin was slammed with countless science and math classes ranging from physics, biology, and trigonometry, the bane of his existence.
Continue readingOut of all the days for the A/C to die, it had to be on their last gig.
Anthony, the alleged leader of the group, struggled with the cooling unit one last time before he smacked it in defeat. The oak brown 72’ Lincoln Continental Town Car was not a top-of-the-line model anymore, but it got the three gang members of the Royce Club from point A to point B. Much like the older car, Anthony “Ant” Favero felt like he was on his last legs. Despite being at the age of twenty-six, he felt like a dawdling old man. He was Earthborn with medium-width chestnut hair and a small patch of facial hair on his chin.
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