Evil Franklin?

The day was over and soon would the school life of Franklin be as he was received a warning from getting expelled permanently. Franklin vigorously stropped across the empty school playground as everyone had already made their way home. All except Fredia.

As Franklin spotted Fredia with the corner of his eye, half of himself

decided to simply ignore him and go home to recover from today, locked in his room. A segment of himself decided to give Fredia a bit of ‘company’ that could make him feel better, after today.

Franklin quickly turned around to approach Fredia, who had already

spotted Franklin a while ago and was trying to avoid him as best he could. Franklin grabbed his bag and pulled him towards his chest. Fredia was given five minutes of torment, being called several names, and receiving several bruises. Franklin couldn’t tell when he had to stop.  

Though Franklin thought he and Fredia were the only ones still in school,

Gerda in the same year as Franklin spotted the rumpus he had started. She called out to Franklin who briefly stopped. “What are you doing Franklin?” She asked. “No of your business,” was mumbled at her. “What?” Gerda rightfully asked. Franklin tried to ignore her and kept his attention on Fredia, who was trying to hold back his tears. “Why you have to be so cruel Franklin?” Franklin stopped again at the vice sounding terminology, “Cruel?” “Yes, I presumed Fredia hadn’t done anything so why you being so cruel to him?” Gerda denounced. Franklin tried to think of an answer to the intimidating questions, “Cause he’s a little queer in it.” Gerda raised an eyebrow, “Fredia isn’t gay, even if he was you should just get over it, he hasn’t done anything wrong to you, your being sadistic.” Franklin looked away in confusion, “Don’t know what that means.” “It means you enjoy delivering others pain, it’s evil.” Gerda answered. Franklin never hit girls, he didn’t think it be right for him, yet getting provoked by Gerda, almost made him do so. Fredia was wincing on the ground hoping to be left allow, his school bag in tatters next to him. Franklin, pick up Fredia’s bag and made his way out of the school’s back gate avoiding the direction Gerda was standing in. Soon he started to run, he heard nobody say a thing.

Before heading home Franklin sat in the park with Fredia’s bag. Thinking about the things Gerda said and her eminence back at school, Franklin didn’t feel right. He had Fredia’s bag though not sure what he had to do with it. He was already put on a warning for getting expelled, maybe it was already too late. Was their still time to make things better. Maybe start by giving Fredia his bag back?

Man in Red

This was it, something I wanted to do all my life, at least I thought it was. This job interview was the only one of it’s kind, and I couldn’t miss yet alone allow anyone to take my place. I was packed and ready to go.

Outside the main building I saw a tall man mostly dressed in red

enjoying a cigarette. 

Due to me cheerful, confident mood I was in, I spoke to the red man “Good day sir.” “Why hallo,” was replied. Without having any intention to stop and chat, I wanted to proceed inside. “Where you going,” the red man spoke again. I stopped, I didn’t have to rush anyway, a short chat would be fine. I faced the man in red who seemed friendly enough.

We had a chat for a while, so long I forgot to keep track of time. The man

treated me with courtesy and good humor. I eventually told him about my job interview for the job of my dreams, which he seemed to take a huge interest in.

“So you’ll like this job?” “I think I will,” I said with clear uncertainty but that might be because I was getting nervous again talking with others about it. “You think? sir this job might be your career, there might nothing after this.” I was slightly baffled a keen this red man wanted to talk about this, but it did get me thinking. “Do you love working for this job?” he asked. “Well there is a lot of work to do usually, but the outcome is always worth it.” The red man raised his eyebrow, “Success is not the outcome mate, it’s the process of doing what you love.” I started to feel quite malleable from these man’s words, did I actually enjoy this job. I mean the outcome I wanted the most but maybe that’s not what I should want. “Look sir, I didn’t mean to make things difficult, I just thought off..” “No it’s alright,” I interrupted. “It just seems that you might want be more confident with this?” said the red man. “I suppose so.” I wasn’t looking at him anymore I was in deep thought. “Can you always come back another day?” he asked me. “Yes I should be able to.” “Why not think about it then.”

I couldn’t believe what I was doing, I had left the man in red behind as

well as my job interview for the sake of not being certain. I made my long way home, confident with my choice but uncertain about my sacrifice.  I could have had the job I always wanted but never took the chance to get it. I felt fortitude but I suffered from the pain of regret. Did I make the right choice.

Back at the interview and found out that the worst had happened. The job had just been given to a Mr. Redford who turned out to be none other than the man in red. I couldn’t believe it, what a devious personae that man had, I had lost all I hoped for, at least for today. I had realized that going home was the stupidest decision as I realized that the process of making the outcome was what I loved about this job. Thinking I could still make it I had failed to do so, I sulkily went home to start everything again.

Buddy's New Purpose

Buddy Smooth was a invariable man, who may listen but rarely learn. Learning perhaps a little, but experiencing never, he was too rigid to try a something different rather than the things he did from the day he was born. He was persistent to, never to try anything else, as he believed he could not adapt in new environments.

Buddy was now 24, and for his whole life he had walked his dog Faisel to

the park and back. That was until tragedy struck and Faisel eventually died of old age.

Things were now very different for Buddy, despite how stubborn he

was about change. Getting a new dog would be foolish, as no new dog was like Faisel. Going to the park by himself was ridiculous because what reason would he have to be there. Now that Faisel had gone there was so much time left to do anything. To bad Buddy wasn’t keen on doing anything. Buddy wondered if what he did at home after Faisel’s walk, was something he could do more of. The things that he mostly did were basic housework and watch films. Basic housework wasn’t always necessary for his mum, and watching movies would waste time and hurt his eyes. Buddy ran out of activities to do at home and decided to ask his mother who strictly spoke, “Get a job.”

Buddy had mix feelings about this, less so than he would have if Faisel

was still alive. What kind of job would Buddy be good at? Asking his Mum again, she replied with, “Something stringent, your good with being precise and getting the details.”

So Buddy went looking for a job forcing him to be very different and

versatile. Despite his issues with adapting to new things, getting a job would benefit him very well, his mother believed. Every job that Buddy went to made him different and possibly bring him to a great career that he was able to discover for himself. It would take a long time though.

Fox, Boy with Red Hair

Fox, a little boy with red hair, was not chosen to go on a trip to the Redcliff Park. Completely filled with indignation, Fox stropped unnoticed to the corner of the school playground, where nobody played with him or he would threaten to punch them. Here Fox could be on his own and be angry by himself.

For five minutes Fox peevishly stropped about. It isn’t fair, everyone

should go to Redcliff Park, he thought. Fox started to get tired, he thought of going on an adventure. The playground was always full of adventures, but they were adventures that Fox had played so many times.

Fox leant against the wall off the playground and looked up. The wall

wasn’t the tallest one he had ever seen, and Fox really loved climbing. He looked round the school playground to see if anyone could spot him. There weren’t that many children in the playground because the chosen ones went to Redcliff; this could be the right moment. With his sturdy shoes Fox jumped onto the short wall and climbed up. At the top he recognized the road as the one his mum always walked him home so getting lost wouldn't be easy. All Fox now needed to do was jump.

The road home was very quiet only the fun games and adventures Fox’s friends were playing in the playground could be heard. Suddenly Fox felt he would be happier to play with his friends again. No! This was his chance, he’ll know when to come back as soon as he heard the bell. He could even go to Redcliff park which was very far away. Fox knew he shouldn’t walk so far while being alone, not that he really wanted to. Forlornly Fox leant back against the wall he had just climbed over and thought of what to do next. Though he didn’t completely know, Fox felt lamented being on the home road without either his mum or his dad, or even his friends for that matter. Fox turned around to face the wall again, it looked more intimidating than before, but Fox had to get back now otherwise he was going to be late. Fox climbed the tricky wall back up, to see his friends still playing their adventures.

Back in the school playground, Fox wasn’t able to join anyone in any of their games as the bell started to ring. Everyone lined up and slowly made their way inside in the school manner.

Inside the classroom it was story time which was always a serene session for Fox. 

He enjoyed stories because most of them were filled with adventures, and being in the classroom made it feel safe. Fox felt happy again.

Murdered

Norman Bates from the Hitchcock film Psycho, lived in as a recluse making most people find him insignificant. However little did everyone know as well as Bates himself, that the disruption of his solitude would bring out an inner murderer ready to kill anyone.

This was an allusion I had while thinking of Garrett Trotter, somebody

I knew from long ago. Today he lived alone, and wanted nothing but to be left alone, yet tonight that might be hard to do as he was a prime suspect for concluded murder of the man in front of me.

“Ms. Baker!” was called out to me, it was a policeman I had never seen before. I did work with the police regularly, helping to investigate crime through research and evidence. This case I found that my knowledge I always had of Garrett would lead me to the answer of if he did it or not. “Baker, do you know the tenant

that lives in apartment 7B where this man seems to have fallen from?” I was asked by the policeman. “I knew him. Last I heard from him though was that he moved it that very apartment.” The policeman wrote this down, “So you have not heard of him every since?” “No,” I answered. “Do you know this man?” policeman asked pointing at the body. I looked down at him and recognized him from nowhere in my life, “I do not, never seen him before.” “Alright, our prime suspect does not appear to be present in the apartment and from looking at the scene of the crime, it is illogical to believe that this was a suicide. So one last question, do you find it reasonable to consider that Mr. Trotter committed this murder?” I understood the policeman completely, everything all seemed to point straight to Garrett and less so to the presumption of the suicide. Looking down at the body again, I found it hard to believe that after all these years someone like Garrett Trotter took things to the extreme and murdered a man just to be left alone. From the time I knew him I consider he would do no such thing, but today he may be different. However several things could be different from the day I last heard from him, maybe he moved during sometime ago, and the real murderer had just now run off. I had his number and had the ken that he didn’t know I was working as an investigator, I had the upper hand. “Officer, I’m not to sure, but I would like to be the one to speak with him first.”

Gareth's Gift

The house was cold, or so it seemed. Though it was in the middle of winter something was present in the house that made everything feel different.

A sulky Gareth was making his way home after a break-up. The house was cold when he entered and appeared to have it’s usual atmosphere. While Gareth removed his coat, readying himself to simply crash in front of the television and remain there all night. This would be fine as it would mean that what was in his living room would be inevitable to be seen. Gareth entered his living room and saw.

Shocked at first, he fell immediately into admiring it as it was something he loved. It’s swarthy look mollified Gareth while he was going through perspiration. As prodigious as Gareth felt, he forgot to realize it had started to approach him. Gareth went to his knee’s to give it proper attention. While doing so he noticed a large wound on it’s head, almost seeming to go quite deep into it’s skull.

Gareth opened his arms to it, not questioning where it came from or if it was being searched for. Concluding from the wound on it’s head it seemed to have come from bad owners. Forgetting about his break-up Gareth sat down, appreciating what had just walked into his life.