A flock of seagulls stood closely together, each pacing around, searching for any traces of food hidden in the sand. Knowing how skittish they were, I moved very carefully towards them. I stayed low, moved me feet closer and closer to them. A couple of them stopped and looked at me, before scurrying further away. It was a big risk for me to continue my approach, but I took that risk, and was justly rewarded.
Still dark, and the parking garage was still empty. A lone car pulls into one of the spaces, and shuts off. Crickets were still chirping while the streetlights buzzed overhead, and only a hint of blue formed in the night sky, signaling that dawn would soon rise. The driver door of the car opened, and a tall, black man exited. His head was shaved, and his designer suit was crisp and pressed.
The bright glow of morning began to shine through the blinds of the bedroom window. Although it did not shine directly onto the bed, it was still enough to stir the sleeping, brunette man that laid in bed, asleep. As he took his first deep breath of the day, his arm reached up above his head, and shifted his body to stretch his muscles. The grey sheets slid down his body, revealing a fit, shaven abdomen. It was almost a very relaxing wake-up, until the alarm went off next to him. Rick turned his head quickly, and reached over to shut it off with a slap, cursing it.
A yellow taxi stops in front of a cheap, little apartment building. A long row of fair-looking houses sit on the opposite side of the street. Each one was closed off by it’s own wire fence, and all lit by yellow street lights. The taxi door opens, and a petite, young woman steps out in a violet and blue, patterned sundress. Her brown hair was styled, and it was clear she had spent a good amount of time on her make-up.
There’s a moment when you wake up, where you’re right between experiencing a good dream, and when you realize your eyes are just closed. You don’t know which sensations are real, and which are just left over from your dreaming. James wasn’t sure what this sensation he was feeling came from. He was feeling really good, almost euphoric, like floating in his bed. However, he seemed to be feeling little jolts coming from his groin.
Sitting on the couch, Brian sat in a barely-lit room. His auburn hair was looking messy, as he hadn’t cared to even comb it that day. He wore a pair of blue pajama pants with a gray tee as he clicked a remote, searching for a good movie to stream on his large flat screen. He had to search for a while as he’d seen many of the movies on the screen already. He sighed, and set down his remote for minute, feeling bored.
T’was the night of Christmas Eve, best time of year,
For presents a-plenty, and holiday cheer,
Santa got dressed, in satin and sash,
Then out the door, ready in a flash,
The elves had been busy, making toys on the fly,
But special ordered the rest, from a place called Best Buy,
His sack was full, for an imparting cause,
He was hungry for treats, as he kissed Mrs. Claus,
Santa smacked her ass, hoping for a rise,
She cooed with a smile, at her little surprise.
He snapped his reins, and took off to the sky,
For his reindeer were magic, and obviously could fly,
It would be some time, before they reached Burbank,
He decided to relax, and have himself a wank,
The reindeer were magic, they knew where to go,
And like that, there were houses, all up in a row,
The skyline above the city was filled with colors of orange and pink, holding up the dark blue hues of the coming night. Street lights were already blinking on along the road of the gated community, creating yellow beams of light in Michael’s car as he drove by them. The scent of fast food french fries filled the Cadillac Coupe with a scent that teased his nostrils. He was very tempted to reach into the paper bag in the passenger seat, and snatch a few fries to snack on, but resisted the temptation. He’d be home in just a few moments, and then he could sit and enjoy his food.
Just fifteen minutes before five o’clock, and the beach was beginning to empty out. This was probably one of the best times to venture out into the sand, and enjoy the sun. Most of the tourists, or at least the ones who chose to come to this beach, were packing up and leaving to go have dinner. There was probably another hour or so before the sun was about to set, so it was best to find a spot soon. That was a bit difficult, because people at the good spots hadn’t left yet.
My name is Charlton, and for a long time I considered myself an amateur when it came to sex. I was just a simple guy, enlisted in the Navy because it paid for college. I did have a girlfriend who I stayed with off base, but I had always worked really long hours. I would often get back so late that she would already be at work. My girlfriend, Jennifer, worked as a stripper at a club not far from the base, which is where we met.
Mark jumped in the shower quickly, then looked at himself in the slightly fogged mirror. He was in his mid-twenties with a well-toned body. His short brown hair was brushed back and to the side, matching well with his handsome features. He made his way to his room and got dressed. Rather than wearing something casual, like most men did at the club, he preferred to dress nicely. A good-looking, grey, casual suit was his choice for tonight, and he made it look damn good.
I arrived at the Rosemary Psychiatric Institution, where I’ve been promised an interview with a patient who was admitted over two years ago, and whose mental condition remains unchanged. It’s my hope to learn more about the conditions of her admittance, as the media would only say it was of an ‘occult nature’. Those words were what first got my attention. I was a man with a dream of one day becoming a recognised paranormal investigator, but thus far, had only ever investigated frauds and wild goose chases. Ever since this case showed up on the news, I’ve been trying to find out more, thinking this could be my first real break.