The Day Your Luck Runs Out by neek-zique, literature
Literature
The Day Your Luck Runs Out
You're cheating me, you're cheating you
But what's a guy supposed to do?
The sign says stop; you try to go
What we suggest, you just say no
You're tempting fate, these escapades
But little rebels have their ways
Of cheating life; of cheating death
Invincible? Don't hold your breath
If I were you
I'd be more careful with what I do
Because the day your luck runs out
Don't cry to me
That you received no warning
The day your luck runs out
Is gonna be
A bitter-tasting morning
Hear the voices in your head
Telling you to stay in bed
The day your luck runs out
You're skipping class, you're late for work
You're never home, oh what
Marie typed the letters and numbers into the computer: IB4E-08262009-318. Unidentifiable by any normal means, but she had made note of the first four characters after the young man had left her office. It was easy to remember, considering its coincidence with an old grammar addage. She hit ENTER and away the computer went retrieving the ones and zeroes from some distant database to be translated into the test results.
This was the young man who had come in two days earlier for a drug screening. Justin was his name. He had been a nice boy; a polite young man who had ended every sentence w
Jeremy Tripper, part 1 of 3 by neek-zique, literature
Literature
Jeremy Tripper, part 1 of 3
I remember Jeremy Tripper. I really only knew him for a few days, but those few days were pretty eventful. I dont remember exactly what he looked like. For one, its been decades since I last saw his face; for another, his was the kind of face you wanted to forget.
I do remember his eyesthey were huge. Like owl eyes, though thats not a very good description. Maybe it was because he always had them wide open and never blinked. I mean, never. Whenever he looked at you, he was staring, gazing. He wouldnt move them; instead hed turn his whole head to look at you, as if he had no peripheral vision, and l