Literature
Dust Part 1
The pale blue glow of a monitor was the only light source to illuminate the tired teenager’s room. Night had fallen, and with it most people in his neighborhood had gone to bed. It was a quiet time, one where the only noise that could be heard was the billowing breeze, the chirping of insects, and the gentle squeak of a mouse wheel as it Charlie scrolled through the ninth page of his search.
Charlie was a typical highschooler. He was about 16 years old, and had a taste for anything strange, new, and exciting. Though he had a feeling that the path he was going down would lead to nothing other than a wasted Friday night, the lure of mys
