"Not smart"? Try "wrong". Try " evil ". Ben felt incensed at how skewed this girl's priorities were, and forgot about running. His fear and nervousness were momentarily subdued, replaced instead by a spike of indignation. His face twisted into involuntary disgust. Even ...

(Sorry about the delay. Writer's block and a sudden decrease in my available time (read: lim time->0) are the causes, though I blame myself for not forseeing the latter.) A lull in the action gave Ben some time to calm down. Time to think. Time to notice more stuff. Stuff like: The blood on the girl...

Ben saw her immediately, of course. It wasn't as if she was trying to hide. Processing that fact, however... Deciding what to do was difficult. There had been a plan of action for a situation like this, he was sure of it. And if he had had the chance, he might have even acted on it, but for the mome...

(Benjamin Lichter continues from You and me and the devil make three. ) He had been walking for most of the day. Looking for Maxim and staying out of sight both made any travelling Ben did take far more time than usual. Ben had accepted that. It was the price he had to pay. Still, it would have bee...

It was taking longer than expected. He had been waiting for at least a quarter of an hour, and the terrorists still hadn't declared the storehouse a dangerzone. Why not? The roof was on fire, wasn't it, with all that smoke pouring out. How long had it taken them to declare the library a dangerzone? ...

(Benjamin Lichter contiunes from The Feather of Truth ) "...hm hm hm hm hm hmm hmm hmm hmm, hm hm hm hm hm hmm hmm hmm hmm, we're gonna let it burn, burn, burn..." Ben had been humming and singing all the way from the library, at least when he hadn't been concentrating on not being heard ...

(Benjamin Lichter continues from And feel the blackbird's sudden tug. ) It was an hour before the dawn. Ben had barely slept. He was lying on the cold hard ground, curled up like a fetus, his head resting on his duffel bag. He didn't dare go sleep in a building - that was where people were. In his ...

(Benjamin Lichter continues from A sea view to rest the soul. ) After leaving the beach, Ben had gone overland, and eventually reached the other coast. There had been nothing on the other coast. Perfect, if he wanted to avoid people. Which he did. Still. He realized that if someone was to come and ...

That's perfect, that is. Joey would jump at the chance to get a favour from Camila, I'm sure of it. Because of that, he'd probably put in some extra effort, trying to create an line directly from sellers at the markets and owners of locally-owned stores to several of the teachers and club leaders, a...

Play for effect: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fpq2zXUjZu8 Joey's helped you, in some way or other. He's introduced you to someone with whom you now get along with well, he's gotten you a foot in the door in some place or other, he's helped you with homework, he's given you advice, he's pulled str...

I was getting a bit sick of having to go back to the old board when I needed to check something, so I'm porting this here. Feel free to kick it back alive, though. Chloe Bruges A math-savant, and all around nice person. She's both cool and rational and helpful and caring. A bit of an introvert, but ...

Joey Quintero votes for... Joey Quintero for Prom King. I know I'm not in the running, and I'm not what you picture when you think "Prom King", but damn, I'm not going to sabotage myself. Game on. Nobody for Prom Queen. Prom king and queen are usually the most popular people in school, by...

Name: Keith Rogers Gender: Male Age: 18 Grade: Senior School: George Hunter High School Hobbies and Interests: Basketball, drawing, singing, songwriting, playing guitar, posting on political forums Appearance: Standing at 6'2'', Keith is quite tall, and with reasonably broad shoulders and natural m...

Joey washed his hands quickly. He didn't want to miss any details, so he needed to get back to eavesdropping. But first, the contingency plan. He took a faded baseball cap and a jacket from his backpack and put them on. It wasn't much, but they might help disguise him a little. Not much he could do ...

(Skipping with permission from TheLordOfAwesome) As the future hapless victims of their own making were debating how to sharpen the stick that was to skewer them, Joey was focusing on his own predicaments. His expensive lunch was getting cold, his arms were getting sore and there was gravy on the ta...