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Suspects Brought in For Questioning

November 29, 2017 by szachik@pvs.org Leave a Comment

CASE 4501 UPDATE: New Evidence Regarding Suspects

Submitted by Officers Shelby Armor and Claire Jenkins

Wanted criminal Caroline Scheil and suspect Jake Mulé have both been brought in for questioning by Detective Armor late last night. A call was made by senior Sydney Scheck at 9:51 pm after a comment had been left unanswered under Jackson’s Obituary posted on thebirdonfire.org. The message is stated below.

“I was looking around school for my missing textbook on Wednesday and I saw Caroline coming out of the closet by Ms. Mckee’s room. I didn’t know what to make of it. She wascarrying a half-eaten apple and three white table cloths. I don’t know if you want to get on that, but Jake Mulé was there waiting for her. They just took the stuff and ran. And I know that’s not allowed. Aren’t Caroline and Jake suspects? They looked pretty shady to me.”

Further information on our new lead will follow. Please leave a comment if you believe you have any information pertaining to this case.

Processed by Superintendent A.J. Patencio

Chapter 1: The Beginning of the End

November 17, 2017 by szachik@pvs.org 1 Comment

By Josh Tyer

Blog stringer/free-lancer Josh Tyer introduces us to the first episode in a series.

The black enveloped her. Her thoughts were mismatched. She had not yet realized the ringing in her ears. It had fallen into a high-pitched white noise. She opened her eyes as the cracks of light shone down onto her face. A blur of a man’s face appeared through the cracks. Her eyes fluttered as she fell back into the depths of her mind.

Her eyes shot open; a cold sweat had overtaken her. Now the light was all around her, warming her sides. She looked up. The cinder block suspended above her head had been removed, along with the rubble covering up her arms and legs. She lunged towards this feeling of freedom, yet she couldn’t move. She looked side to side. Her eyes flared wildly as she tried to scream for help, but nothing came out. She was trapped, an onlooker in her own body. That blur of a face she had seen before looked down from above her. She tried to get up and run. She needed to get up and run.

Her mind was screaming, and she was sprinting, running, jumping, leaping away from everything weighing her down. Still, her arms would not spring her up, and her legs wouldn’t lunge her forward. She saw the outline of the man’s mouth move.

“You’re safe,” he seemed to say.

She couldn’t keep hold for much longer. She lost consciousness.

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“Eden?”

“Yes, Adam?”

“How are you feeling?”

“Sore, but I can keep walking.”

It must have been days, maybe even weeks. I can’t remember. It all feels like a haze. All it felt like was a cycle of immense pain, thirst, hunger, and unconsciousness. I was trapped under debris when it happened. Our city, our families, everyone, destroyed. The calamity tore everything we knew and loved away. Now, we wander in the shell of what was.

If it weren’t for Adam, I wouldn’t be where I am now. Adam rescued me from the collapsed building that had pinned me down. I was with my family when it struck. A bright light filled the windows. It tore the walls apart. It flung rubble across the sky and crushed the ground it fell upon. That’s all I can recall from the explosion.

“Eden? What are you writing?”

“Nothing really.”

“Are you sure?” Adam leaned over to see text scrawled across a dirty page.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“…Hey… do you see that?” She pointed towards the grey broken towers.

“Over there, above the buildings?”

“It’s… smoke?”

Adam’s face drained, and a shudder shook him to his core.

Editor: Shelby Armor

If Horror-Film Characters Were Rational

October 25, 2017 by szachik@pvs.org 2 Comments

By Brennan Nick

“Hey, Joe! Do you want to go check out that abandoned lighthouse?”

“No, Stan. If you go there you’re just asking to break your leg.”

“Come on, we don’t have to climb to the top, just check out the place.”

“Alright, I’ll get the flashlights”

“We don’t need flashlights, Joe.”

“Yes, we do. It’s already dusk. By the time we get there it’ll be dark.”

“You know what? Scratch the lighthouse idea, let’s go exploring around the closed factory out of town.”

“We still need flashlights.”

“Fine, we’ll bring flashlights”

“Okay, great, but I wasn’t aware that flashlights make you invulnerable from twisted, broken ankles.”

“You’re no fun today, Joe…”

“Look, it’s getting late; I’m gonna go home down the main road that is very well lit and with many people on it.”

“Wow, Mr. Super-Safety Joe going down the well-lit road, where’s your sense of adventure?!”

“Fine then! We can go to the lighthouse tomorrow afternoon.”

“No, you ruined the lighthouse for me and the factory, too. We’ll go to the haunted house on the hill.”

“Ghosts aren’t real…”

“Then we’ll go to the totally normal, but creepy and vacated house on the hill tomorrow NIGHT and then…”

“Woah, Woah, Woah, if we’re going to go tomorrow why would you specifically wait until night?”

“For the sense of adventure! Joe, you just have to see it for yourself to understand what I mean. If we did it during the day, we’d just be going through an old house.”

“We’d be much less likely to hurt ourselves…”

“You really are not any fun today.”

“…”

Editor: Claire Jenkins

Her Love (Flash Fiction)

October 23, 2017 by szachik@pvs.org Leave a Comment

By Charles Schnell

Courtney only joined the soccer team for one reason: the boy she liked was on the team. She never played the sport, thought she would hate it. But she still joined.

Weeks passed, and she kept improving and improving. Not for her own sake, but to impress the boy. She needed to be the best girl on the team.

The team played their first game. She was put in as a substitution late in the game. However, as more and more games passed, the coach increased her playtime. And eventually, after many months of hard training, she was a starter.

The playoffs came around; their team was in. Courtney was getting closer with the boy. Although, this was not the only reason Courtney was happy. When the coach announced that they were in, she felt a weird feeling in the pit of her stomach. She didn’t understand it, but she felt pure joy. She was exuberant that they made it. For the first time during the whole season, the boy wasn’t on her mind. For the first time in her whole life, she felt she found what she was searching for, the place where she was meant to be. She couldn’t fully grasp that feeling. So, she returned to dreaming about the boy after the meeting. She never understood the feeling.

The day before the first game of playoffs, the boy got in a car accident and died.

The team lost the first round.

Heartbroken and bewildered, Courtney quit the team, vowing to never touch a soccer ball again.

Three years of her life passed. Three empty years. The day still haunted her.

Not the day he died, although that was a significant contributor to the empty confusion. It was the day they lost the first round. Without a trophy and her purpose for even playing the game, she quit.

Still, after all the years, she felt as if a piece of her life was… missing. She couldn’t put her finger on it. She could merely live with the confusion, the incompleteness.

One day, she was at a park after school. Some girls that continued on with the team were having a scrimmage. They hadn’t made the playoffs since then.

They all recognized Courtney, waved her over, and asked if she wanted to play soccer.

Then, she was overcome with distant but vivid memories of the field: the cheers of her teammates, the ball flying seemingly atop the grass, the sun setting over the mountains. None of the memories contained just the boy. They were all about soccer. The sport. The game.

She ran over with a slight smile, and they played till the sky went dark.

Editor: Shelby Armor