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

 *PING* Rocco looked down and smiles. He'd been wondering what Carlo and their father had been up to for the past week. Ever since their mother left a couple of years back, their father had been relatively distant- choosing to spend his hours away from the office at the gym instead of at home with his sons. To be fair, Rocco had left the house at 18, and now at 24 he wasn't home as often as he'd hoped. Nonetheless, it took both boys by shock when their relatively distant father decided to take a month off of work to spend some "quality time" with his sons. Carlo got the first two weeks, and Rocco would have the second. What they were in for, their father wouldn't say.  Hey, Roc. Dad wants us all to meet up tonight. We're at the gym on Broad Street, meet us there in 30 minutes. The text was odd, definitely different than the normally chipper tone his brother is known for having. There wasn't even a single emoji... Rocco had hoped that everything would g...

 24th of May *Knock* *Knock* *Knock* Christian and Stephen stirred awake in their beds. A quick look at the alarm clock showed 2 AM; who in the actual fuck would be knocking on the front door at this time of night? The two brothers stared at eachother in the dark room, hoping that the visitor would just go away. However, it was the click of the lock and the heavy swing of the front door that worried the two. The sound of his mother and father gasping was the final noise before the house fell silent once more. “Christian…” The 18 year old twin voice shook in anxiety, hoping his older brother would relieve whatever terror he had. It had always been that way with the two: Stephen would wake from some night terrors and Christian would always be there to snap him out of the stupor. This night, though, Christian sat silently under his covers- he had no idea what was happening. Before he could even begin to speculate, there was a gentle knock on their door. “Boys?” The sweet voice of thei...

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  Jake sat on the edge of the halfpipe, twiddling Josh’s hematite ring in his hand. It had been only three days since Josh’s passing, and Jake was devastated: the views had plummeted. Of course he loved his brother, but he also loved his yellow Lamborghini just as much and the payment was coming up. It seemed that people tuned into the Rayna brother’s show for just that- the Rayna brothers. One was simply not the same without the other, and that truly affected the show’s humor, tone, & talent. How was Jake supposed to dance, joke, and misbehave without his dumbass brother? After the accident, the only thing the flaming semi truck left behind was Josh’s hematite ring, cast more than a couple yards from the explosion site. At least he went out like he lived- doing something incredibly reckless and stupid for the views. So there he sat, loitering in the skate park long after close, waiting desperately for the view count to exceed 500,000. Now, being alone in a major city at this t...

  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 ...

  “Little bro! Where you at?” Henry’s older brother Josh had just gotten back from some wild frat party, and he was clearly wasted. He was 6′7, captain of the basketball team, and couldn’t hold his liquor worth a damn. It was so bad this time, that he had walked all the way from Sigma Epsilon to Henry’s place. When he got sloshed, he had a tendency to crash on his couch. “I’m upstairs, Josh!” Henry called out, hearing fumbling and crashes downstairs. He could fell the thumps and knocking of his gigantic sibling sauntering up the stairs, all the way to just outside his door. Two loud bangs echoed on Henry’s door. He rolled his eyes and got up from his homework, unlocking his doorknob. Within seconds, Josh burst through into his room wearing nothing but his blue underwear and grey basketball socks. “My dudebro, you shoulda been there… It was… So fuckin’ lit… Haven’t been this drunk in weeks.” Henry broke a smirk, and point to the bed, inviting him to lay down. Instead, Josh plopped d...

  Fuck Carter. He’s such a fucking asshole. Just because hes your older brother, he loves to just mess with you for the fun of it. Today he went too far. He went to your lacrosse tryouts, and saw you totally fail. You got hit in the balls with a teammate’s stick. How’s that for a double entendre. Instead of being supportive and helpful, what does Carter do? He laughs his fucking ass off. You can hear him from the stands. Seriously, what the actual fuck? He shoots some of his varsity bros a heads up, and motions for you to come back to the car.  Tryouts were over. You were sweaty, you were exhausted, you were bloody. Yeah, bloody! You’re bleeding from a cut on your forehead. Where did you get it? Who fucking knows? All that matters is that you didn’t even make the B team. The only reason the coach is giving you a second chance tomorrow, is because he saw you working out every single day for months in preparation for this. I mean, you’re totally in perfect shape! You’ve built a ...

  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 t...

  What’s strange is, you had no idea Perry was gay. As much as you adored your big brother, this revelation blindsided you. So, when your parents threw him out of the house because of him coming out, you were of course devastated. Perry was your biggest role model. He was always so cool, and so caring. Whether it was him taking you for rides on the Harley, bringing you to his band’s shows, or simply keeping your deepest and darkest secrets; Perry was the best brother a kid could have. Your parents had left the country for a while: a “business” trip in Canada. Of course you called Perry as soon as they left. About an hour after they left, Perry showed up in his typical bad boy get up. To everyone else on earth, he was the ultimate strong masculine figure. To you, he was the coolest brother, with a heart of gold. He walked through the front door, his trashed black chucks squeaking on the marble floors. “Little man, I’m so glad you called.” He embraced you in a gigantic hug, his muscu...