Poker face_The Murder Trial_This Fear of Mine_I Owe You
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Poker face
"I swear it wasn't me, I didn't do it. ". Well, why are your fingerprints on that glass over there, Dimitri ? Dimitri! I have Called you at least three times, pass that glass over there to me! Are you ok? You have been acting strange since we got here. Yeah, I am good just a little nervous, you know, me and meeting new people. Yes, I know, that's why we are here. You really need to spend a lot more time around people. Anyway the table is set, go say hi to everyone.I could have sworn that was real. That ugly cops breath, his wrinkled shirt half-tucked into his oversized pants, there is no way I...
The Murder Trial
I followed my target through the woods. I kept my knife behind my back and my breathing steady, waiting for the right moment to strike. I accidentally stepped on a twig. It snapped and I froze. My target froze too. Their breathing sped up. I had to hide. Before they looked over their shoulder, I ducked behind a bush and kept quiet. I was out of sight. My target stated moving again, jogging this time, so I followed.*** After a few minutes, I finally got close enough to make my move. I took the knife and stabbed my target in the back. They let out a high-pitched scream and dropped to the bumpy a...
This Fear of Mine
It wasn’t the building that scared me, necessarily. No—the building was actually quite pretty with a large crystalline fountain at the entrance surrounded by miniature dogwood trees. Glassy windows reflected the sun, up to five stories tall. Rows and rows of flowers always lined the sidewalk leading from the parking lot to the rotating door entry, changing with the seasons.At the moment, bright red poinsettias stuck out of the soil, greeting everyone with Christmas cheer. If I were anywhere else, anywhere at all, I would’ve pulled out my phone to snap some pictures of the poinsettias. Maybe ev...
I Owe You
The rain grows heavier on the Starbucks window, beating a wild rhythm against the glass. Oh, great, I think. Now I’m going to have to walk to the car in that. Maybe it was a mistake to try to finish the last few minutes of my English assignment once it started raining. It doesn’t matter. I’m done now.My fingertip drags my laptop cursor across the screen, toward its bottom corner, and almost to the power button. But before the little arrow can click, an email notification pings on the side of the screen. My heart stops when I see the pop-up.Jansen University, it says. Right there, in thin black...