The small cottage stands out as a silhouette against the dark night, only distinguishable because the building is darker than the landscape around it. The car turns the corner onto a dirt road, and the now jerky headlights illuminate the building. A wooden door and glinting window sit beside a net of vines that weaves its way up the side of the white house and onto its roof. I look over at you, sitting on the seat beside...

****Note: This story is entirely fictional, as well as my first story for the site.****Bryce and Kyle had been best friends for as long as either could remember. Since the age of 6, the duo had been in and out of trouble together for various stunts. Both were sophomores in high school now, Bryce being 16 for a while and Kyle having just recently celebrated his birthday. Kyle was a lanky kid, skinny arms and skinny legs. T...