ConfessionsI was sitting in the Oval Office at my desk, reading a law that wanted to be passed – something about free something or whatever. I wasn’t really paying attention. I was too busy thinking about the upcoming elections. It was 2016 – my last year in office. Elections were coming up and I was scared. I didn’t want to stop being in charge of America and making things change for the better (even though I put America in 16 trillion dollars in debt). Suddenly, I had an idea. I would call up my friend Mitt Romney.Everyone in America had thought that we were enemies. Well, we were enemies in the 2012 election, but as I started talking to him more and more on my cell phone in private, the more feelings I grew for him. I longed for his love, his touch, to tickle my ear and call me Honey Boo Boo… Just the thought of it sent pleasurable shivers down my spine. But, I knew that he wouldn’t love me back.See, Mitt was a person that you would call a homophobic. He&
When Games Become Reality (Chapter 3)I couldn’t breathe. I closed my eyes and prepared to die, but I didn’t feel myself falling. I felt like I was hanging?I looked up to see Pewds holding my arm and pulling me up. Once I got back onto the balcony, I quickly ran into the room, not wanting to be outside anymore. I didn’t care if the building was on fire, I was NOT going to risk falling off of a building again. I turned to see Pewds right behind me. I pulled him into a tight hug.“What’s this for…?” he asked, hugging me back.“Thank you for saving me,” I smiled underneath my mask.“Don’t worry about it,” Pewds chuckled, pulling away from me. I whimpered quietly, hoping he didn’t hear me. I usually hated contact, but his touch seemed more passionate – more comforting.“Here, take this,” Rochelle said, handing me a syringe.“Whoa! I’m not taking any drugs. Are you crazy?!” I practically shouted.“You’
When Games Become Reality (Chapter 2)Pewds and I entered the building. It was a dark room with a staircase going down to the lower floors. I could already feel my breath being caught in my throat. It reeked of death, though it just looked like a regular abandoned building, no blood nor any dead bodies. Well, at least not yet. I nervously took a few steps down the staircase before I tripped. I closed my eyes, expecting the cold ground to hit my face and injure me, but my face never met the ground. I did, however, feel my shirt choking me.I looked back to see Pewds holding me by the back of my shirt. Once he saw that I regained my balance, he let go."And you were worried that I didn't know what I was doing," Pewds chucking quietly and I blushed from embarrassment. Wait, could he see my face?I looked up at him. "Hey, Pewds. Can you see my face?" I asked."No, you're wearing a mask. Can't you feel it?" Pewds replied, confused.Confused as well, I lifted my hands up to touch my face. Instead of skin, I felt plastic.
When Games Become Reality (Chapter 1)Laughter filled my headphones as I died in Left 4 Dead 2. Pewds and I were doing a co-op on Left 4 Dead 2. I was on my last life, barely living. Pewds came up behind me and hacked me to death with an axe right when I was about to sneak up on a boomer.“Goddammit, Pewds!” I shouted into my microphone, laughing as well. I couldn’t have stayed mad. It was pretty funny.Not even a minute after he killed me, the boomer ran up to Pewds and barfed on him. I laughed as a horde of zombies crowded around Pewds, killing him almost instantly.“Karma, bitch!” I shouted again. We both laughed in response.“Oh, shut up!” Pewds said in between laughs. I smiled widely, my mouth starting to cramp from all of this laughing and smiling. I loved playing these co-ops with Pewds. It was the only time I was truly happy. I’m twenty-four years old, single, no kids, just living in a small apartment by myself. It got lonely a lot and I had a lot of time to myself, c
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