Hang out here

You know this spot, and it is a bit of a walk to get here so why leave so soon. The flask is again offered to you. The warmth of the whiskey is starting to spread down your fingertips. As you look up a few snow flurries fall between the pines. You break the silence.
“So you’re married?”
“Was”
“Was?”
“Was”
“Divorced?”
“Dead”
“I’m sorry”
“Don’t be”
You offer your flask as a sign of condolence. It is greedily accepted.
“It was me”
“What do you mean?”
“It wasn’t cancer or some tragic accident, it was murder, and it was me”
The moonlight began reflecting off of that manic smile.  Your heart is racing. Can this be true? Why? How? Do you even care? What do you do?


A) Run

B) Stay and here the rest of the story

Take the flask and drink it

This time, you’re going to be decisive. You’re going to show them that you aren’t the timid, boring person that you once were. You’re a risk taker now — a maverick.

You grab the flask and eagerly knock back a shot. The sharp burn of alcohol is the same as the cheap whiskey you used to drink, but something lingers just a bit longer than it should, coating your throat with a sticky, sickly feeling. Soon, your legs go weak. Your heartbeat, once racing, slows to a crawl. As you sink to the ground, the world starts to drift away. A snow begins to fall. And, in your ear, a familiar vocie begins to whisper…

“You’re even more desperate than I remember.”

When you awaken, you’re naked, lying alone on a cold metal table. The room is dark and nearly empty, except for a small table beside you. And on it is a silver platter, like the one you see at the dentist. All it contains are scalpels.

Panicked, you try to stand. Thick leather straps rip you back onto the table. You try to scream, but your mouth is filled with gauze, your cries muffled. A hard, sharp light turns on overhead, blinding you. It is only then, as you fight against the straps you will never break, that finally remember their major– Pre-Med. And then, most horrifyingly of all, you remember why you stopped hanging out in the first place. Because they failed it.

 

Want to try again?

Credits

 

Wear the Warm, Winter Coat

They always admired your sensibility, didn’t they? Besides, shivering is not sexy. You put the warmer coat back on and bound out the door.

You weren’t sure you knew the way, still, but your feet have minds of their own. Left at the science building, right at the top of the stairs, three hundred steps past the clock tower that lorded over the campus. Then it was straight into the forest, directly to the left of the old oak, looking older than ever, it’s branches twisted and gnarled.

And suddenly you’re in the same old clearing, The stream trickles in the distance, the wind howls through the trees. A hooded silhouette looms in the center, barely visible in the quickly fading daylight. As you approach them, a hand slips out and extends a flask.

A. Take the flask and drink it

B. Take out your own flask and offer it in exchange