The bright stadium lights shine garishly down on the unnaturally green field, blotting out the stars, so none are visible. The sky is one sheet of velvety black, smothering and covering the earth. Its windows are closed, and it gives me a choking feeling, as if I am being suffocated. A dreadful, screeching noise blares out from those black boxes they call speakers, making me momentarily loose my hearing. Mass amounts of people surround me, making me feel claustrophobic. Their mindless chatter almost covers the "music" and whistles scream as if they are being put to an endless torturing. The players line up in parallel lines on the field, and another whistle screams in protest. The players begin to move, but I can only see a moving blob of black, white, and blue. The blob begins to move and squirm and break off into smaller ones, dissipating into single cells within a matter of seconds. One breaks off and takes the lead, running, almost diving into the field. The masses erupt in cheers, making me clap my hands over my ears. The black chain link fence I'm leaning against digs into my back uncomfortably, however I do not feel like moving from my secluded corner, so I stay there. Another group of younger students rush by, screaming and laughing in delight. All I can think about is how much I want to go home.
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Cliffhangers
Short StoryThis is a book of just the beginnings of stories that I have scribbled down in notebooks, and spare pieces of paper. Most of them will be cliffhangers, and I will not be doing continuations of any of the chapters, so do not ask. You have been warned.
