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Wednesday. Hump day. Most people would be glad for the middle of week because it was two days from the weekend and four from the beginning. The thing is, I’ve never cared for the middle. You see I’m the middle girl of five brothers and sisters and the daughter of two middle children. Sucks, huh? I mean I like my middle name and I like the cream that comes in the middle of those cookies but not the “middle”. You know, stuck in the middle, middle of an argument, the middle of being sane and in...

Wednesday. Hump day. Most people would be glad for the middle of week because it was two days from the end of the week and four from the beginning. The thing is, I’ve never cared for the middle. You see I’m the middle girl of five brothers and sisters and the daughter of two middle children. Sucks, huh? I mean I like my middle name and I like the cream that comes in the middle of those cookies but not the middle. It’s not that I hate the middle, it’s just not the first and it’s not the last....

Immortality. Forever life. One cannot imagine what it is like but many live it. Some say it could never be accomplished. Mortals read about it in books and their Holy Scripture. These mortals of the world are sensible, uneducated of the world’s history, and easily preyed upon. They are preyed upon by beings that are unreal. Beings These beings feast on the life of those left behind to live mortal lives; causing fear, panic, and...some devastation in oh so quiet towns of the world. They’re cal...

Act1, Scene 1: (Curtains open to a black stage. NARRATOR enters in blackout. N stands DC. Spot) NARRATOR: Public High School. A majority of us have been through it. For many, the best years of our lives. The good times, the bad times, and the times we want to forget but can't. We've changed from unknown freshmen to popular or not so popular seniors. We've gone through the easy teachers to evil teachers. From the career changes of musician to professor because of large suggestion of our eccent...

Marcella Hudson entered the crowded lunch room as chatter roared and laughter bounced off the walls. Sunlight shone through the pane glass windows of John Briscoe High School. Round tables and long tables were scattered through the vast room but were filled with students from early to late teens. Marcella quickly walked to a small round table. Four girls sat at the table talking. A dark haired girl looked up into Marcella’s hazel eyes. “What is it?” The girl asked annoyed. “I just wanted to s...