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

  Lewis was that typical overweight nerd. After school, he went to Anime Club, and walked back to his house in the upper-class neighborhood in his town. Recently, there had been a string of break-ins on his street. People lost their electronics, jewelry, clothing, and anything valuable. A street gang called the “Lotharios” were tied to the crimes, and the police encouraged the residents to call them if they noticed any suspicious activity in the neighborhood. Lewis walked into his house, and shut the door. His dad was abroad on business, so it was just him alone in the big empty house. That’s why it caught him off guard when he heard a door open upstairs. Suddenly, blue and red lights began flashing outside his front window. Sirens blared as the police began to swarm around the house.  “You!” Lewis turned quickly to see a man pointing a gun at him from the upstairs landing. He quickly threw his hands into the air, as the man motioned with his gun to come with him upstairs. Lewis did as

  “Welcome to Libertine Hall!” Warren stared at the hulking man in front of him, his first impression of the school was this odorous bear masquerading as a gym instructor? His breath stank of cigars, and his very fitted Nike Dri-Fit shirt ironically was stained in several places with questionable substances. The man introduced himself as Professor Saylor, director of Athletics. Warren gingerly shook the man’s hand, clearly anxiety ridden enough from his journey to the school. “So, your parents dropped ya off here? No baggage?” Warren shrugged, and said nothing, maintaining a wall of silence. “Alright, well, don’t worry. You’re gonna love it here. Come on in.”  Warren entered the gigantic ebony door into the gigantic gothic mansion, absolutely shocked by the opulence. He had never seen such grandeur for a meager boarding school. He would know. He’d been to about three already, each one more strict as the last. You see, Warren’s parents were filthy rich, but not exactly very nurturing. H

  You arrive at Buck’s Gym, a bit nervous, and by no means ready for your first day of working out. It’d been years since you even worked out, let alone gone to a gym! You’d packed on a few pounds, Domino’s thanks you for your patronage, and it was about time to do something about it. So, when you saw the advertisement for Buck’s Gym, an MMA training gym, it was about time you changed for the better.  Walking into the place, you are shocked to see the emptiness of the building. The cold, grey walls and crystal chandeliers don’t exactly scream “fitness center.” In fact, no one comes to greet you! You take out your phone and read the email they sent you. ‘Please arrive no later than noon on November 20, if you want to take full advantage of our services. A representative will be there to assist you and get started.’ Irritated, you hastily slide your phone into your pocket, looking up for only a split second before a fist comes from out of the blue, striking you in the face. The minute th

  AJ was once Alexander James, the salutatorian of his high school, captain of the academics team, and founder of the campus Republicans. But after Coach Frost got to him at the end of the semester, things took a turn for the strange. When he returned from Christmas Break, he was unrecognizable. He had gained maybe 70 lbs of muscle, several tattoos, and was recognized as the founder of the college’s new wrestling team. Of course, Coach Frost was the one behind it, but no one even wanted to question it; for the most part, they loved the new “AJ.” He was much more outgoing, likable, and of course, sexy. To the guys, he became the chill and friendly jockbro that they all wanted to be, and to the girls, he was a dreamy hunk who everyone knew treated them right. The only sourpusses on the entire campus was, of course, the academics team. They called AJ a fraud, a meathead jock who betrayed them. And although he tried his best to be friendly to them, AJ was always met with the cold shoulder.

  Jeremy walked into school in his typical awkward fashion, making dumb jokes to everyone he walked by, thinking he was best friends with all the cool kids, and drenched in the smell of soap. A long sleeve white button up and suspenders was made only more nerdy by the stereotypical plaid bowtie adorning his collar. This infuriated Gage, the school bully. Not only because it was as annoying as ever, but because Jeremy had the balls to walk into school that day after ratting on him, and getting him expelled. No more wrestling team, no more prom, no more hot cheerleaders. At the same time, this dweeby freshman posed an interesting opportunity for the hulking senior. As Jeremy walked past Gage, he was grabbed by the neck and swung into the lockers. “You must be hung like a fuckin’ bull, Jer Bear.” muttered Gage, as he threw a quick punch into Jeremy’s stomach. “Cause you seem to have forgotten that I told you to not come around here anymore.” Jeremy, doubled over, began his normal pleading

  Yeah, I knew my house was haunted. I knew it even before my family did. I met the ghost one night when I was in the shower. I was washing my hair, when I noticed a yellow eye watching me from the other side of the shower curtain. Now, being the Supernatural fan I am, I of course had an anti-possession tattoo on my back. So, when that creeper ghost tried to shove his way down my throat, no dice. When he realized it wasn’t going to happen, he just floated there, dumbfounded; so I got a good look at him. He was buff, with sharp facial features, and a slithery tail. We struck up an exhausted conversation. His name was Tyrone He died years ago, in the 60′s, when he was killed for being a black gay man. Even today, that’s a rough life. So, when I asked him how I could help him, he asked if he could just feel alive again. My tattoo prevented him from taking me over, but I could definitely give him someone else. Just then, I heard the front door open and close. I looked at the clock on the w