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

  Jack looked down at his phone, with his typical cocky smirk. Yeah, Musky Jack was back, but he wasn’t exactly finished. He was only getting started. He needed his crew back: Palms, Leon, and Ollie. With a chuckle, he dials and kicks back. The person answers the phone, and Jack wastes no time. With the shadiest voice and tone, he lures the person into a sense of excitement, daring him with his hypnotic tongue to meet him at the park at dawn. Hanging up, he knows all to well what’s about to transpire. Out of his backpack Jack pulls out a well worn pair of Nike AF1s. He puts the ratty old sneaker against his face and inhales the scent of his old pal Ollie. Soon, he’ll be kicking it with Ollie in person! — George looks at the coordinates on his phone. He’s in the right spot. He sits against a rock, giddy with excitement. He finally is gonna be recognised as a pro skater. Never mind all those douches that said otherwise, calling him a poser. So what if he can’t kick flip or shred a ha...

Franco moved into my house this morning. He was tall, and all muscular, the typical bad boy type. An all-American rebel. I had no issues with him. Frankly, I thought he was cute. Though, I’m gay, and he’s clearly straight… oh, and I’m dead. Yeah, I died a few months ago here in the house. Its not so bad, I got to people watch the prospective buyers and scare off the ones I didn’t like. Franco, though, I liked. He was fresh out of Miami, Cuban, and was looking for a bartending job here in town. He got a steal at my place. So, he had his stuff moved in, and was left to unpack it himself. Little did he know he had a housemate. I had flown around, observing him throughout the day, watching him smoke, lift heavy boxes with those meaty arms, beat one out watching some porn in the bathroom… He was just so sexy. So manly. I wanted so badly to be him. I waited patiently for him to come back on his vintage black Harley, I knew my payout would be great.  He came in, throwing his keys onto the...

  Tony and Kyle were always best buds. They hung together, ate together, smoked together… inseparable. But once graduation rolled around, the boys realizes they would likely be parting ways. Tony had a scholarship to Florida State, and Kyle chose University of Miami, both leaving their Tampa home; and each other. That was, of course, until Corporal Ramirez came to their high school for Army recruitment. Kyle, as a joke, had signed the two up for an information session. They were by no means prime picking for the military, as mathletes and chess club aficionados, so they never intended on taking the session seriously. That was, of course, until they met Corporal Ramirez.  The two boys stepped into the room, and sat down, there were rows of empty seats in the counselors office, all with Army pamphlets showing the glory of a soldiers life. After about ten minutes of silence, the boys decided that the session was cancelled. Tony got up to leave, and tried walking out the door… it ...

  A week ago, a twenty-something professional skateboarder died after falling off his board in an alley. He was trying to land some crazy trick, and I guess it didn’t work. So, Kevin thought he’d cover the story as the Investigative reporter for the Minneapolis Star Tribune. He looked up and down the alley, past the yellow police tape, searching for clues. Underneath the gigantic dumpster, he saw something lodged behind it. Pulling the dumpster away, he found a pair of ratty skateboarding shoes.  These must have been his! He snatched the sneaks and stuffed them in his bag. He continued the search for hours but found nothing. He sat down against the wall, and found himself flying onto the ground. He had sat on a skateboard. Wait… didn’t the police take the board away? All of the sudden, he smelled a faint smell, coming from his bag. Turning, he saw a bright greenish mist coming from the backpack. Opening it, the shoes were shrouded in this dense, thick fog… Fuck! These are rank...