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

  His prey sat quietly across the classroom, oblivious to his insidious agenda from afar. True he was one of the most well-respected kids in school: sports star, gorgeous, stacked, hung… There wasn’t a lady or a guy that didn’t want to either be him, or be with him. And yet, even at the top of the mountain, being so far removed from everyone else started to weigh down on him. No one was ever on his level. No one could ever fill this void of broish fraternity. Not even his teammates could match him, and this bothered him immensely. So, the devious jock hatched a plan. This kid had a crush on him. It was so obvious that he even toyed with him constantly. He’d be caught in the locker room without his shorts on, he’d forget his deodorant one day, he’d kick his shoes off and lounge in his seat, he’d ride past on his motorcycle… Each time getting a kick out of this boy who had a serious affinity for him. This made him the ideal target. He’d be getting exactly what he wanted… And it’d be too

  Walking into your apartment after a long day's work, irritation floods you as you see Mackey, your dumbass roommate, lounging and smoking a blunt in the living room. You and he hadn’t seen eye to eye in a good long while, since he had been eating your food, bringing back random people from his bar escapades, even using your damn toothbrush! Suffice to say, he wasn’t the ideal roommate, but he paid the rent on time. Even dumb skater boys need places to live. It didn’t alleviate your frustration, however, as he sat there with that dumb look on his face. You had been clear with him: no smoking in the house.  “Mackey, are you kidding me?” You were fuming, smoke was practically seeping from your ears. “You can’t even smoke that shit outside? Are you serious?” “Hey, chill out man. It’s just one blunt, I’m not even using the bong this time.” Your pent up wrath was beginning to boil over- since when did he have a bong in the house? “Anyway dude, last night I came back from Tipitina’s and

  Harry had been working out for the past two hours, desperately trying to lose his stubborn paunch. The past few years of 9 to 5 cubicle life had taken a toll on his self-esteem, so thanks to a wayward Pinterest post, he bought a membership at the local neighborhood gym. After his first day of a rather pathetic attempt at the rowing machine and treadmill, he thought a nice relaxing stint in the sauna would help relax his aching legs. Opening the thick cedar wood door to the sauna, the humid air burst forth through the opening. He walked over the creaking wooden floor and plopped down onto the dry, warm bench. The oppressive heat combined with the subtle pain in his neck encouraged him to relax and melt into a slouch, ignoring the other patron lounging in the corner. Like a panther stalking it’s prey, the man sitting hunched over in the corner stared at Harry. He silently analyzed him, all the while smirking with restrained excitement. “First time?” Harry jumped, startled by the unseen