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

  Timothy stared from across the quad, furiously undressing him with his eyes. Lance Lockhart. For years now he had loved this boy from afar, his every thought, dream, and desire was shrouded in his powerful shadow. And as he innocently studied the silverwood sapling, jotting down whatever measurements he needed for ‘Intro to Botany,’ Timothy did what he always did from afar: daydream. Lance’s favourite grey bro tank and white cap, his silky white wrestling shorts, the gigantic and well worn white and gold Roshes gracing his feet… Every ounce of him was soaked in masculinity, oozed cockiness, and radiated sexual desire. For one solitary moment, the pair’s eyes met. A sideward glance meeting a deep, invasive stare. Timothy buried his face in his Organic Chemistry textbook, pleading with whatever essence dictated luck that Lance’s gaze had passed him over. For a moment, he thought his childish tactic had succeeded. Yet, as he peeked over the top of the textbook, he saw Lance sauntering t

  “Tyrone, what the hell did you bring me?” Dion looked the reporter over, examining every observable ounce of him. He was average. In every way. Not exactly the type of guy he usually would dream of using. Yet, there was something deep down that was intriguing. Maybe it was the uphill battle that he knew would ensue? Perhaps it was the challenge? The potential? So, as Tyrone held his tight grip on Manuel’s shoulder, Dion slowly changed his tune. “Fine, man. Just leave him here” Tyrone released his grip on Manuel, and left the two alone in Dion’s kitchen. He leaned against the counter, still to all outside appearance to be thoroughly unconvinced. Manuel, understandably shaken, pulled out his small notepad and pen, sitting down at the cheap birchwood table. “I trust Tyrone told you why I’m here, right? The piece on gang violence here in East New Orleans? The Times-Picayune is really interested in it.” Dion’s eyebrow raised, giving Manuel a much needed respite from his worry. “All source

  Tyler had it all. A nice, loving, Christian family; straight A’s; a cute girlfriend; and so much money he didn’t know what to do with it. He was popular, cute, and had any girl he flashed his big, pretty boy eyes at. A tumblr king and drama queen, this boy had it all. So, it may come as a shock to you that he has gone missing.  The last anyone heard of him, he was leaving his girlfriend’s house on Laurel Street at 3 PM on February 2nd, enroute to the nearby bakery for his weekly baguette and butter. He never arrived. His parents, immediately worried that their son never came home, notified the New Orleans Police Department, declaring him missing. The following is an account from the only eyewitness to his disappearance; a 62 year old man walking down the street. “Well, I was on my way back from an extended lunch. I had a meeting with another accountant and was heading back to my office, when that missing kid bumped into me. He dropped his phone, and the screen cracked on the pavement