Betrayal in murder_Just a pair of flip flops_Aphrodite and Adonis_Poker Face
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Betrayal in murder
4:17 PM, streets“Bro, what are we going to do now?” “We’ll take cover for now,”“Where?” “I know just the place,” 4:35 PM, at the nearby police station“How is he?”“Dead?”“Time of death?”“3:46 PM,”“Place of death?”“The street across that new building,”“Any other information on the victim?”Two men in blue shirts and black jeans conversed. With a gun on their pockets, a badge on their chest. Yes, as you might have expected they’re cops. Cops discussing someone's death.“Sir, we have news!” Another one had entered the room.“News? What is it?”“H-his house,” he was out of breath due to the consistent ...
Just a pwww.onedoor.ccair of flip flops
I looked down at my bright pink flipflops as the water laps over my toes. In the distance I can hear my brother and dad talking about different types of fish. The sound of their fishing poles being cast out onto the lake. My younger sister playing in the water in-front of me. I couldn't have been older than ten years old.Dad always took us to the lake during the summer. Our weekends with him were free of electronics and full of bonfires. Roasting marshmallows and camping in the RV on hot summer nights. At that age you never think about the future that much. I never did anyway. Was always so fo...
Aphrodite and Adonis
Beauty incarnate arose from the seafoam bubbling around her as she awoke. The misty air matched her loveliness. As she took her first steps onto land, grass sprouted around her feet. She was named Aphrodite by gods and mortals alike, meaning “the foam-born.” She was invited to the assembly of the gods, aptly becoming the goddess of beauty and love. Her birth had been an agonizing event, as she had been created out of Kronos’s punishment towards his father. Nevertheless, she became a powerful and enchanting goddess that had portrayed all that love is.Aphrodite had quickly become a woman that w...
Poker Face
The morning after Carol commits the crime, she has to work to swallow. The tightness of her throat is so intense, it feels locked. She makes short, shallow breaths. Her hands shake. She is sure if she lets anyone near hear, they will hear her heart pounding. The morning after the crime, Carol drives her Kia on I-5 north toward Bellingham, speeding to catch the ferry to Alaska, knowing that if she misses the Friday sailing, the next won't leave until Monday. And by Monday, Carol wants to be reunited with her children, hunkered down in the dark, remote environment she calls home. She wants to cl...