Andlat's Story Spot

Jonah sat on the couch. Well, more like lounged. Mom and Dad weren't home, which meant he could spread out. Sprawl, even. He smirked satisfactorily, but sighed as he realized that there was nothing to watch. He groaned. Too early for dinner, he had already done his chores. What was he supposed to do? Home alone, with nothing to do. Even Ninja Zombie Werewolf was not as fun as it had been earlier. Half of the fun, after all, was Mom or Dad reacting at how violent it was. "Maybe I can make sure my clothes are still ready for tomorrow?" He muttered, sitting up and fixing his t-shirt. He froze. What was that? A car outside? No, that noise clearly came from inside the house. He held perfectly still, not even daring to breathe. Silence. "Great, I'm imagining things." The last syllable faded still in his throat as he heard the distinctive sound of a voice upstairs. "Shit." That was a word he could only use when home alone. "What do I do?" He f...

Buck walked toward the locker room for gym class, smirking as more than a few students gave him a wide berth. He ruled this school, at least in his own mind. His powerful muscles meant that he could, and often did, take anyone who challenged him. “Out of my way, fat ass.” He shoved a chubby freshman out of his way, just because he could. “Gonna cry?” The freshman just ran away and he cackled cruelly as he pushed open the door to the guys locker room. Everyone else was already out of the locker room. After all, class had already begun. Buck did not see himself as late. He made his own schedule. He ruled this school and even the teachers did not dare challenge his authority. He stripped down to his boxer briefs at his gym locker, still chuckling to himself as he flexed his muscles in the small mirror he kept in there. Life was good. “Hey, butterball!” He heard a voice he did not recognize call out. He turned to see who they were talking to, only to see a muscular guy in a letterman’s...