Andlat's Story Spot

When he could help it, Jason did not like going in his little sister’s room. It was not due to some desire to respect her privacy. No, it was because Jason was a proud boy and hated anything girly. But, desperate times called for desperate measures and Jason knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Abby had stolen his Game Boy. Storming into her room, he knew he had at least two hours before she got back from peewee soccer. Plenty of time to find it, he told himself. He glared at her posters as he walked in. What kind of person needed a neon turtle and rainbow on their wall? “Where is it?” He wondered, patting his thighs as he thought. It was a habit of his. “Her closet?” He went over to check, but no such luck. Just a bunch of girly dresses and her old ballet costumes. He was glad she had quit ballet for soccer. Soccer games at least were more fun to be dragged to than her recitals. Jason did not bother closing the closet door, hurrying over to her bed. Abby loved hiding things under ...

Derek groaned and leaned back, rubbing at his eyes. He had to have been studying for this Chemistry final for at least six hours! “I’m gonna fail” he muttered to himself as he looked at the clock. One more hour and he would take a break. “If I don’t die of boredom first.” His head felt as if it was about to burst with all the information he had stuffed in there. Desperate to look anywhere other than his textbook and his notes, he looked around the dorm room. His gaze moved from his overfull hamper to his roommate’s unmade bed, coming to rest on the only poster Tyler had on his side of the room: a bikini-clad model leaning seductively over a silver sports car. He had never really looked at it before, but somehow, his tired eyes wanted nothing more than to stare at the poster, from the curves of the car to the curves of the model. “Nice car.” He could not tell if he was thinking or speaking out loud. Either way, the sentiment rang true. It was a nice car. He was not even sure what exa...

"What was I thinking?" Lisa said as she filled the cardboard box with dolls. "I'm not a little girl anymore!" Though she would not admit it to herself, the decision had come not long after Janie had come over and asked her if she really still played with dolls. "Seriously? Is that a giant Barbie?" Lisa had nodded, blushing, but she had realized that she really did not play with them anymore. So, she had told mom her plan: get rid of all of them and redecorate, post haste. "Well, we can put them in the attic, in case you change your mind." Her mom said when she announced her decision. "As long as you get them all boxed up, your dad or Zack can bring them up there." Lisa did not know it, but her mom figured that would dissuade her. Well, here she was, almost every one of her dolls stored in three cardboard boxes. "What are we gonna do with you?" She asked the My Size Barbie, staring at her bridal gown. Had she really worn t...

A curse seems like one of those things that only exist in fairy tales. The prince must find true love or be doomed to be a beast forever or Sleeping Beauty's whole deal. My curse was different. Whenever someone said a special phrase, I froze in place, basically a mannequin, until the phrase was uttered again. I know, it's a weird curse. I don't even understand what the point was. Once I became old enough to have a summer job, my parents decided that I might as well use what they called my special gift. They considered it modeling, but I was, for all intents and purposes, a mannequin at the local sporting goods store. I would put on some local sports uniform or whatever gear they wanted to highlight and then I was frozen in place and posed accordingly. It did not even hurt really, holding so still, and I got unfrozen for breaks and things like that. Looking back, it was my big mouth that really got me into trouble. I can't really blame that on a curse, can I? My sister ...

“Alright. Have fun! Be good!” Mom said as Lisa opened the front door. “Zack, say bye to your sister.” “Bye.” Zack muttered. She was just going to a sleepover, not leaving for a freaking month. At least with her out of his hair for the night, he might get to do something fun without her tattling on him all the time. “Oh, shoot!” He said as soon as the door closed. “What?” Mom asked. “Miss her already?” “No.” Zack said, walking past his mom and up the stairs. Lisa had promised to give it back, but she must have forgotten. What was he going to do with it? The it in question was his Gameboy, which Lisa had stolen from him to get him to play outside with her earlier that day. She had said she would give it back before she left for Janie’s sleepover, but she had hidden it in her room for safekeeping. “Great.” Zack muttered as he looked at her closed door. “Guess I gotta go in there.” He took a deep breath, his cheeks puffing out as he held his breath as he charged headlong into his sis...