Dr. W. A. Frost's Ides of Revolution

  Carter and Vince were twin brothers, and the best of friends. Their incredible bond confused everyone else around them, thinking they were ‘involved’ with each other. However, they didn’t care. Now seniors, they played baseball together for the high school team, jammed in a band together, even shared a bedroom still. Vince always loved to remind Carter that he is the older by thirteen minutes, and was clearly a bit more outgoing than his quiet, reserved brother. Now, Brad and Thad were also brothers. However, they were the opposite of Carter and Vince. Outwardly, they had no love for each other, and in fact would roughhouse often in public. Yet, privately, they were going hot and heavy every night. They were the school bullies, big wrestler jocks who terrorized everyone they met; and they used their wrestling to every advantage. Unfortunately, these terrible two had come across a grimoire 5 feet below their backwoods country farm. Inside it, a majority of the text was unreadable. And

  He was lost. Newark wasn’t where he wanted be. One wrong turn from the highway and it was the wrong side of the tracks: the best place for his car to break down. Shabby houses with no streetlights, weeds littered the yards, and disgusting shoes hung from the powerlines. It was a definite sign of a neighborhood to avoid. So, Brendan had to be quick. He popped the hood, and began tinkering quietly to find the problem. Shockingly, he was terrified to see that the smell of gasoline pungently lingered. Immediately realizing the situation he was in, as he stared at the punctured gas tank, dread set in. It was then that he felt the point of a switchblade against his back. “Alright, kid. Here’s what’s gonna happen: you’re gonna turn around slowly and face me. Don’t get any stupid ideas.” Brendan did as he was told, and turned to see his harasser. He had a black leather jacket on, with a black tee shirt and cuffed jeans. Big motorcycle boots and a cigar finished off his clearly “bad influence

  Todd was a simple guy. He had no real interest in a career, or in anything requiring too much effort. Todd had low self-esteem and was a lethargic lump on his parent’s couch: 50 lbs overweight, acne-ridden, and no social skills whatsoever. Yet, he longed terribly for a life of leisure and lust. Living in Laguna Beach, the models and surfers dominated the streets, flashing their perfect chill lives to everyone around them. Even if it was only to observe them at a closer distance, he accepted a boring job at the Royal Coast Surf Company in the cargo room. All his coworkers were sexy surfers and part time Abercrombie models. And then there was Todd, sitting on the crate with his phone, stinking of patchouli.  Dillon, his manager, had had enough of his laziness and terrible work ethic. “Alright boys, take the rest of the day off! You’ve been working your asses off! Except you, Toddy boy. You’ll be working the next shipment by yourself. Maybe it’ll get you off your lazy ass!” Todd didn’t

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  Jack watched as the bushes shuffled, clearly concealing someone. Ollie looked up, realizing his repayment would have to wait. Jack pulled out the third pair of shoes, formerly belonging to the baby of the group, Palms. Palmsy was always the sweet, good natured (if not dim) goofball that was the groups “pride and joy.” Not to mention, he was by far the most attractive of them all. Jack missed his Palmsy and desperately needed his bottom bitch back. He and Ollie rose, making their way toward the bushes. – The homeless man shuddered at the idea of what he just saw. A ghost? In real life? Possessing someone? Terrified, he quietly started to gather his things to move down toward the city center. Unfortunately, he wasn’t quite quick enough to escape Ollie, bounding through the hydrangea bush. Ollie tackled the man to the ground, the old man too shocked to cry out. Jack slowly approached the man, now being held down by Ollie. Jack kneeled in front of the man’s face.  “Usually people would a