He's Got Theories

The splinter was dug in so deep Jacob couldn't see it anymore, let alone fish it out with the tweezers. By now the skin around the wooden sliver was red and hot to the touch.

"You need to go to the doctor."

"No way."

It had been nearly a week now, but he was still unwilling to relent.

"You're going to get sick. I heard of people losing a finger because of the infection. C'mon, I'll drive."

"Maybe I'll chop it off myself. That way at least I'll be sure the microchip is out.

"Not everything is a conspiracy, Jacob."

Splinter

I clutched her glittery pink butterfly pencil in my left pocket. She wrote with it every day; it’s her favorite. When she dropped it at recess, I knew it was finally my chance to talk to her; to be noble, and return it. I watched her turn the corner towards her 4th-period class. Now’s my chance! Rounding the corner, I bumped into the captain of the football team. Startled, he turned towards me mid-kiss. On the other side of his lips stood Macy, with a brand new butterfly pencil in hand. Engraved were the words, Will You Be My Girlfriend?From Guest Contributor Molly Fay

Molly lives in Buffalo, NY. Currently, she is studying Psychology at SUNY Brockport. In her free time, she enjoys baking, taking long walks by the water, and listening to music.