D.C. Senju
Bio
Plans don't always go as planned, walk through the rain the uncomfortable becomes comfortable.
Stories (7/0)
Last Plates
Driving on a dark morning with minimal light passing through the cash family car. The dead of silence loomed in the vehicle as the sun was getting up to see the next day. "Amar, where we go now," asked Nho? Looking into the distance, feelings of anxiety crept up Amar's body like a batch of spiders "…" only silence replied instantly. "Where, Amar," asked Nho. "Sorry, Nho, I was just thinking. We are going to visit one of my friends. They recently got a house in Red Canshal. Hopefully, he'll have space for one more," laughed Amar as he wiped underneath his eyes while the sun began to waltz its way to the sky.
By D.C. Senju2 years ago in Fiction
Who Shot Ya
Standing over Jimmy's body with a blank face as he bled out, red rivers trailed down, absorbed into the ground. Jimmy's faint gasp for air could barely be heard as he lay in a small pool of dirt and blood. "Guess I'm out of bullets. I didn't want to ruin your face for your mug shot. Say cheese," said Amar as he took out his phone aiming at Jimmy's lifeless body. "Take pictures of everything," said Amar, as he placed the pistols in his pockets, looking over his shoulder towards the glass doors. Shaken from what had just taken place, Nho walked over to Amar, asking, "Where do we go." "You are gonna go to a temporary home Nho," responded Amar. "I'm not going to be able to join you because firstborn gotta work. I'll get you out of the temporary home soon, I promise." Holding onto Nho's hand, Amar walked toward the house, "Hold up, Nho," said Amar. Taking off his hoodie, Amar ripped a piece of his shirt off and wrapped it around Nho's eyes. "Okay, I'm navigating you through the house alright" "Okay. Amar, why are my eyes covered," asked Nho as the boys got near the back porch. "I'm not sure if something scary will pop up. If it does, ill take care of it. Plus, this blindfold will help keep you calm", said Amar. "Why group home Amar," asked Nho. Stopping, Amar said, "I'm gonna let go of your hand for a second keep the blindfold on, I'll know if you peek,"
By D.C. Senju2 years ago in Fiction
B.S.D. Broken, Shattered, Destroyed
Walking down the stairs Mr. Cash held his gun close to his side. Peeping around the corner he scanned for the intruder. At first glance, Mr. Cash hadn’t seen any movement. Moving his position, he hid behind the kitchen island. As Mr. Cash poked his head around the corner of the island, he heard a noise coming from the spare rooms on the right. Watching the area of the spare rooms, he saw a man peeping in the bedrooms holding a shiny black pistol. "Get the fuck out of my family’s house," said Mr. Cash as he looked down the sight of the gun. "This what you finna do so you don’t end up with a couple of bullets in your ass. Put the gun down now, walk back with your hands on your head, and lay on your stomach," shouted Mr. Cash. Placing the gun on the ground the intruder took a couple of steps back then stood still. "What makes you think you should live here in our neighborhood? This neighborhood has represented a beautiful blank canvas that shines in all seasons," said Jimmy. "Excuse me, get your ass on the ground," said Mr. Cash.
By D.C. Senju3 years ago in Fiction
B.S.D. Broken, Shattered, Destroyed
At three in the morning, a black car with a blank license plate drove down the street slowly before making a stop as its tires kissed the sidewalk. Inside the car, a man with a solid build dressed in combat gear looked over at a black briefcase in the passenger seat. As he opened up the briefcase documents laid in a folder marked in bold red letters saying exterminate. The man began to look through the documents before placing them back in the briefcase. Looking over his shoulder, he went to grab a silver case in the back seat. Speaking to himself, “Not every day your uncle gives you an opportunity that's once of in a lifetime. I complete this task then he'll recruit me to join the kinder organization. Big money will be on the way." he laughed. After getting the silver case he opened it up on his lap. In it presented the mechanics of a pistol waiting to be assembled. "With this nice little gift uncle presented me, ill be sure to clean the portrait of stains. The untouched shine will flourish once again," he said while putting the gun together.
By D.C. Senju3 years ago in Geeks
B.S.D. Broken, Shattered, Destroyed
Sitting still on the couch with a hand on his ear was a little brown boy with a round nose and heavy brown eyes waving back at Amar. Amar walked over to the little boy "What's good." said Amar. No response came from the little boy. "You gonna be alright here. Just don’t eat anything in my room and we’ll be cool," said Amar. Nho put one fist up to Amar. "Bet, contracts in effect," replied Amar. "Great whose ready for Rasta Pasta!" asked Mr. Cash. "Rasta pasta you say? Oooh, Nho you best hope I don’t eat it all." Walking out of the kitchen with two bowls of Rasta pasta Amar gave a bowl to Nho. "Amar are you ready?" asked Mrs. Cash. "Ready for what?" "The next surprise. Were moving out of Thurnford into Red Canshal city. Don't worry it's after your senior year of high school," said Mrs. Cash. Chewing with a mouth full of Rasta Pasta Amar looked up at his mother. "I'll wait till your done. Glad you got manners would've popped you two if you spoke to me with a mouth full of food," replied Mrs. Cash. "Lucky I hesitated. Sounds good, wasn’t trying to make new friends for a year then be out. Making friends ain't easy." said Amar.
By D.C. Senju3 years ago in Geeks
B.S.D. Broken Shattered Destroyed
After leaving the nursing club room, Amar had left campus with his headphones plugged in. He began to walk towards the bus stop located on the outer layer of the Major city. By the time Amar was halfway over the bridge leading out to the city, his bus had pulled up to the stop. With haste, Amar ran toward the bus shouting. "Ayye Aye Aye, hold the bus. Hold the bus!" "Five more seconds and I would've left your ass at that bridge." said the bus driver before closing the door behind him. "Aww damn, you would've left my cute ass behind?" "Tch, Boy go take a seat." said the bus driver with a smirk on her face. Walking through the bus Amar could smell the faint push of cigarettes, mixed cologne, and B.O. As he reached the back of the bus to take a seat he placed his hoodie on and drifted to sleep.
By D.C. Senju3 years ago in Geeks
B.S.D. Broken, Shattered, Destroyed
In society, it has been said "Life ain't fun if you don't get some cash in your life. " In the city of West Clundale life is settled and well established, also home to a prestigious university. That has well-established a name for itself in the country of South Guaylausa. A young boy age 19 has made his way through the years of school using his wits but built a name for himself with his personality. "Mr. Cash, would you like to explain to me why you've decided that it was appropriate to ask the professor to let you teach the class about biology than the professor." asked the dean of the school. " To be honest, I felt they were leaving out valuable information that should be added." Amar commented. Agitated the dean asked "Do you mean the controversial science of psychology? Psychology, the science that is supposed to improve the health of the body and mind, while advocating not using medication for all mental illnesses. May I remind you Mr. Cash, we are a prestigious university who is lucky to receive large donations from our "Medical" donors" " Yes but- " " Those donors make their money from individuals who believe in the miracles of science and that only biological science is the answer to their everyday problems." " Yes, I under-." " So if those funds begin to come in slower and the donations start to come in less this school's chance at staying at the top will begin to shorten. I intend to make sure that, doesn’t, HAPPEN!
By D.C. Senju3 years ago in Geeks
