Trying to contain his excitement and talk through a smile at the same time was only contorting his face into a manic nightmare for a moment. He composed himself and said, "Last month I finally saved enough money. I got it!"
"All rise," the judge said. "You may be seated, 'cept you two," he said, pointing at my friend and I. "Remain standing." I looked over at my friend, who hadn't moved past being asked to stand. "We really did it this time," I said.
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"Interviewers holding you down and asking too many questions," I asked. He looked at me while grabbing a water out of the fridge, nodding and mouthing yeah.
After finding out there's more inside the pod than Sam could have imagined, he begins to question what's happened in the past. Although Dr. Isaac is still being cryptic and not telling him much at all, he meets someone who might be able to. Be sure to read while you can, only two chapter will remain up at a time to keep the my fingers typing onward. Find out what happens to the boy in the pod this week on Quarterstories.
Previously On Quarterstories . . . A rumbling sound began to shake the building. Tiles from the ceiling began falling. Tables toppled, glass began cracking, and the games in the back began to falter their sounds slowing. A ringing from the jukebox pierced the air when I saw his grandfather run and hop over the... Continue Reading →
"Of course," I said stepping forward, "Nothing at all foreboding about a creepy little box you found in the attic of your grandfather's old house. Hey, while we're at it, wanna hold some lit firecrackers in our hands? Might be fun," I said sarcastically.
"That's it," he yelled, "I quit, I'm done -- no more." My friend had just gotten home from work, steaming at the ears, his uniform covered in dirt.
I lept from the bed and made my way over to him. "Get ahold of yourself man," I said, slapping, back-handing, and slapping again. "We just need a brainstorm session."