Deadly Intuition_Goals for Getting Even_Just Hold on to Me_Through Her Eyes
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Deadly Intuition
"Dispatch, 42, are you clear, yet?" "42, just clearing now, dispatch." "Dispatch 42, all units still tied up, I have no additional unit to assign. Shots fired, 42, Dunkin Donuts, South Main Street front plate window shot out. Three young white males, all dark clothing, medium height, dark hair. Last seen heading south on South Main Street." "42 dispatch, responding code 2""Are you kidding me", I muttered to myself. My first Christmas back home. I just separated from the Air Force police this past April and here it is 4:00am on December 25th, Christmas Day, on the midnight shift from Ch...
Goals for Getting Even
New Year’s resolutions always seemed pointless to me. My situation was hopeless. I was a victim, you see, with no way out of my troubles. But then I began making my own plans again and things changed. It’s amazing how having a goal can improve your attitude. They say if you put youwww.onedoor.ccr goals in writing, you will be more likely to succeed. So here are my goals for this wonderful new year. 1、 Catch up with old friends. We used to be besties, Violet and me. We told each other our deepest secrets. That was in elementary school. In high school we were inseparable. We shared clothes and wore o...
Just Hold on to Me
There used to be an evil psychiatrist living amidst the noisy business of New York City, who liked to see the effects of isolation on the human brain. Now, he lives in solitary confinement. Lives change in an instant. Cindy was kidnapped first. She was living on the streets, walking for hours to find pennies on the ground or anything edible from trash cans. God blessed her a couple times a week with a couch or floor to sleep on. She had lost everything when her mother died. Her life was a rich person’s worst nightmare; nothing but a coat, a couple sets of thick, ill fitting clothing, and a lar...
Through Her Eyes
Through tired eyes, Lydia managed to unlock the door to her apartment; once inside, her suitcases fell to the floor with a loud, jolting thud. With a sigh, she looked at the ticking clock: 3 am. Lydia decided to save the unpacking for the morning when she had more energy. After she had changed into her pyjamas and had a mug of steaming hot tea, Lydia sat down on the window seat, the open window allowed the fresh, cool air to cover her like a blanket. Her eyes followed the rain plummeting to the ground below, 'It's not much of a view, but I'll take it.' Lydia thought happily as she gazed at ...