Jazz adjusted his tie, licking his lips as he glanced around the darkened, secluded corner of the fanciest restaurant he’d ever had the pleasure of stepping inside of. He raked his nails over his scalp as he gave himself a little shake and looked over at his companion ( Read more... )

Takahashi is forced to sit in a dark, desolate room. The chair he rests his laurels on is metal, uncomfortable and cold; its legs are uneven, causing him to teeter to the right. The air is stale and musty, sticking to the back of his throat as he eyes his interrogator. He does his best to keep his expression unreadable.

( 'Must we do this?' he asks, resting his back against the chair and folding his arms loosely over his chest. )

“Please take a seat outside of courtroom 1B. The commissioner will be with you shortly,” the woman behind the sleek, black desk says, offering you a brief smile while slipping your civil notice back into your hands. You nod, give her a shaky smile in return, and turn on your heel.

( Courtroom 1B. )

Ravi sat at his desk and tapped his fingers over the keys, wishing that time would tick by a little faster. He had a meeting to attend in less than an hour -- a meeting he knew wouldn’t go well ( Read more... )

It's been a little while, hasn't it? I had a couple more chapters written a few months back, but haven't posted them. I got stuck somewhere and ended up having to dislodge the stuckness by writing out of order -- and now I probably have somewhere around 15k words of material that I wrote out of order. xD But now my brain wants to pick back up where ( Read more... )

Ryan hitched up his backpack on a single shoulder and glanced around the busy street. He shoved his hands in his pockets, head hanging as the voices of his fellow students continued to follow him on his long walk home.

“Going to your rat’s nest, Carrier?” someone said to his left.

( Ryan didnt so much as blink, instead lifting his head and throwing his shoulders back. )

“It’s quite simple, Bates,” Mitchel said, buffing his nails on his form-fitting suit. His lips curled upwards in a self-satisfied smile as his eyes stared clear through Savin. “Jasper will pick me, in the end. I am better than you, after all. In every way imaginable.” He glanced down the thin hallway of the Palace, gesturing to moving men as they ( Read more... )

Dear ACME Corporation ( Read more... )

Ryan stood in front of his childhood home and pulled the hood of his jacket tighter around his face. The wind caused the leaves in the yard to dance, lifting them and depositing them elsewhere. As he watched the leaves continue their play, Ryan shivered and crossed his arms over his chest.

( It had been years since he stood in front of this house. )

You’re backing out of the driveway when you feel your brand new car scrape against one of the many others you were trying desperately to avoid. First thing that runs through your head is: of course I’d fucking back into another car in my own driveway, the second is: Fuck, whose car did I hit?As you pull the car forward and step out of it, you grit ( Read more... )