Try Not To Be Consumed
The Shadow Man
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The cabin was nestled in the pine trees far away from the trail I walked each day. I took it to my grandmother’s house on Sundays. I took it to the store when we were running low on milk and eggs. I took it to school where I learned about math and English and history. History was my favorite.
“Who was she?” you may ask. She was the one I fell for, the one I fell for at the wrong time. It happened so fast. It’s hard to even put it into words, but here I am. Writing this, in hopes that whoever reads this story will learn a thing or two about heartbreak. Hoping that if they ever experience what I went through, they come back to this story and it’ll help them push forward. She was amazing… We spent so much time together. She meant so much to me. But now I wonder if I ever meant anything to her. She found someone else, leaving me heartbroken. It all started, March 25th: I was just casually taking a walk around the neighborhood, then… I spotted her. And something about her just grabbed my intention. I knew I had to say something. I walked up to her and said “Hey.” I just remember her looking at me with a bit of a confused look, she then replied with a gentle “Hello” “Um, my name is Devin, I don’t know if you know me but we go to the same school… I’m kinda new in town. And I’m looking to make some friends, do you mind if we maybe go grab some lunch?”
Anarchy In Slow Motion
During some of the most turbulent years of his life, Bart Lynn Howell and and his friend, Shane, were siphoning gas out of the tanks of cars on their block with a rubber hose and a gas can. Was this altogether intelligent? Probably not considering these two were not unknown in their tiny hometown of Fort Dodge, Iowa, and they were both high on some substance, and more than a little giddy from swallowing some of the fuel they were trying to steal.