Anthony Hall
Stories (15/0)
The Office
James Wright rests his head against his hands while scratching his short black hair under his grey security guard cap. He pays half attention to the twenty monitors in front of him. James stares at the monitors and shakes his head, letting out another deep sigh. As his eyelids get heavier and heavier and his head begins to slide off his right hand, he’s saved by the vibrations of his cell phone. James snaps his head up and blinks a couple of times, trying to clear his vision. His phone practically dances in front of him, flashing “Melissa” on the screen repeatedly.
By Anthony Hall3 years ago in Criminal
Smile At The End Of The Road
It feels like I’ve been traveling down this winding road forever. The darkness of night has long since overtaken the light of day and the light from the full moon is shrouded by the dark gray thunderclouds looming overhead. The rain’s been falling for hours now, soaking through my black hooded sweatshirt and black jeans, making my clothes stick to my skin. The water pooling on the obsidian asphalt is seeping further into my brown leather boots with every aching step I take, and the chilling night air isn’t helping matters any. I’ve lost count of the number of cars that have passed me by, but I’d say it’s the same as the amount of raindrops that have fallen from the clouds above.
By Anthony Hall3 years ago in Criminal
The Mantra
Just be nice, just be nice. This had become Arthur Wayne’s mantra for the past six months. Every time he entered the shabby four-story apartment building to drop off his daughter Abby, he recited it to himself when he pushed the call button for the elevator. While the elevator descended to the ground floor, Arthur looked down at his daughter with a smile on his face. Abby clutched her new pink Hello Kitty makeup kit with both arms and flashed her father a winning smile.
By Anthony Hall3 years ago in Families