Waiting

Tub had been waiting for an hour in the falling snow. Page 20, Hunters in the Snow. Tobias Wolf

Doing anything he could to keep warm. Snowflakes fell gently from the sky, adding layers to the thick blanket of snow that covered the ground. The sharp winter air piercing through his bundles of clothing, chilling him to his core. He shivered violently, and his teeth chattered uncontrollably. He looked around at the same scenery that he had been looking at for the last hour. The lifeless trees with no leaves, barren braches, looking as cold as him. Some trees still had their leaves, and snow had fallen on top of them in large piles. The lamppost over head flickered. The bulb dim casted shadows across the night. He leaned up against the lamppost, the cold metal chilling the back of his neck, though leaning on it relieved him very much for his legs were sore from standing. He began to pace back an forth up and down the icy, cracked sidewalk trying to keep his blood flowing, one of his many attempts at achieving warmth. He had been debating returning home because at this point he felt his friends may have abandoned him. Across the street was the neighbor’s ice cream truck, parked in the driveway. Out of service for the winter. It tantalized him. Even though he was nearly frozen, the only thing that was bothering him more than the cold was his hunger. His stomach was growling. Begging him to feed it. In retaliation to him starving it, his stomach attacked him with piercing pains. All he wanted was food. It kept flashing before his eyes. He imagined a huge plate filled with a mountain of steaming pancakes, syrup oozing down the sides. He imagined a multi layer “rich kid” sandwich fro his favorite deli. Layer after layer of meat, roast beef, ham, turkey, all lined with mustard. Tomatoes, onions, and banana peppers bursting out the sides of the French baguette roll. So inviting. Just waiting for him to take a bite. Sink his teeth in, flavors spreading across his taste buds. Ultimate satisfaction. His stomach growled loudly as if telling him to stop his mouth watering thoughts. So his mind drifted back to the cold winter night. The ice cream truck. The lamp post. The cracked sidewalk. His almost frostbit fingers and nose, and his uncontrollable shivering as he continued to wait. No friends in sight.

Lies

Everyone lies. It happens every minute of every day. Whether they are lying to themselves, or to their parents or friends. I lie without a doubt. When i was in fourth grade, everyone in my class went through a phase when reading was "cool." Everyone was supposed to read every night, then fill out a chart in class with how many books they had read. I have always been a slow reader and was amazed by how much my classmates were reading, and the attention they were getting for doing so. So i began to make up books that I read. They didn't even exist. So if anyone wanted to check if i had actually read the book, i could say whatever i wanted about it to them, and they would be able to verify if i was right or not. This plan worked very well for a while and my classmates began to think i was a great reader. But on person i could not fool was my teacher. One day she asked me about the books i was "reading" because she said that they seemed very random and that they probably didn't exist. Obviously it was a bad idea to lie in the first place, so i had to end up telling her about my whole plot. In the end i gained nothing because my classmates found out i lied and frowned upon me.

Until i was 11 years old i believed in Santa Clause, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth ferry. Even though Santa clause used the same wrapping paper as my parents, had the same handwriting as my parents, and give the same gifts as i had seen in my parents closet just a week before. There were so many thing that showed me that Santa Clause didn't exist, but i chose to believe, and fought to convince myself and my friends that he had to be real. The character of Santa is one that made my head spin. A big fat man who rode flying reindeer around the world giving out millions of presents in just one night. How incredible. I chose to believe because i was in awe. I loved the idea. If Santa clause didn't exist, Christmas would be much too ordinary. I loved putting cookies out for him to eat, and forcing myself to fall asleep, or at least pretend i was asleep, so that he would come. People tend to believe lies told by by someone official. Since my parents said Santa existed, i didn't question them. I just believed. until I turned 12 and i found out he wasn't real and my world was completely crushed for 30 seconds.

Mhsl Visit, by Jonah

If Jonah was to visit Mhs, he would dislike it very much. Like any other school, Mhs teaches nothing but lies. Each student spends 7 hours a day at menlo being told lies. But at Mhs, each student has to pay $30,000 a year to waste their time in classes teaching them skills that they won't ever need to use again in their lives, like geometry. The teachers there fail to find enthusiasm in their subjects, because they know everything in their curriculum is fake. They assign more than an average amount of homework a night to the students, because they feel it is their obligation at this "prestigious" Mhs, but the students don't care because they know the school is a lie, the teacher's backgrounds are lies, and the "advantage" they are receiving in life by going to this school is a lie. Everything is one big lie, and because of this, the concept of school is truly a joke. and Mhs is one of the biggest jokes of them all.

You can call me...

Call me frank. But just to let you know, that's not my real name. If i was to tell you my real name, you would become a potential threat to me and my organization, and we don't want that to happen do we? So just call me Frank. Frank Denam.

I guess I should tell you a little bit about myself. I am a spy for the United States of America. My parents knew I has a gift from a young age. When I was 12 I memorized the codes to all my neighbor's garages on the street. I watched them enter codes every morning while I walked the dog until they were hardwired into my brain. I used to play games with myself, like whenever i went to the grocery store I would try to figure out which cars in the parking lot had moved while i was in the store. I can run a 4.6 second 40 yard dash. I can hold my breath underwater for 3 minutes. I have a black belt in 4 forms of karate. I can kill you with a pair of chopsticks, If you get on my bad side, I am your worst nightmare.