Short Stories

Striked Out

"Oh yea" I mumble under my breath. My best friend claps her hands, the other members of our group look up, i smile, One goes back to her phone. Member 2 is eating chips like normal. Member 3 is talking energetically to member 4, who is talking energetically back. 

I sit down while the other members throw the balls and i wait my turn, something doesn't feel right.

Suddenly a machine grabs my torso and everybody else's torso, were assembled in a bowling pin formation. We're placed down on this long and shiny path, at the end though, is what looks like us, but more see through, and misty, like, like a soul. But before i can think to much one of us throws a ball and down we all go

This happens again and again. To say we striked out is an understatement.