Vertigo_You Know How I Recognized You?_The Girl With A Bird For A Heart_You're all that matters
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Vertigo
Content warning: gun violenceAmber held herself tight, watching the red and blue police lights harmonize with one another. How did this happen? Hours ago, it was a normal party. Now, at 3:39am, everyone is outside. Women are wailing like banshees as the men use all their strength to keep them from falling onto the ground. The police radios emit unintelligible instructions for the cops as they talk to the EMS at the scene. How the hell did this happen?*** Amber walked over to the table where the refreshments were. She was hoping to find some snacks, as well, but those seem to be a...
You Know How I Recognized You?
You Know How I Recognized You?I am a police officer who specializes in doing undercover work. In all modesty, I got the gig because I am good at being hard to recognize, being anonymous, non-distinctive. The clothes I wear in the drug-dealing, prostitution, mugging area of this fair city is instrumental in my blending in with the environment, and being hard to remember, like a crack in the sidewalk that I walk on when playing my role.I wear faded jeans, with slight rips in them, not the big ones that are now reborn as fashionable apparel for a second generation of young women. I wonder whether...
The Girl With A Bird For A Heart
The Girl with a Bird For a Heart Tempest FeatherAs she stretched and awoke, her alarm clock rang. Ignoring it, she buried her head in the pillow. Her dream flooded back. She was running heavily through the forest, her feet pounding over the molding earth, which gave way to cracked pavement. Her sneakers slapped the concrete as she ran, fleeing from them as she skidded to a stop before her local mall complex. Ducking into one of the stores, she dropped down the wall, breathing heavily. There, before her, was a police officer checking his list. Thanking her lucky stars, she scrambled up, running...
You're all that matters to me
You’re all That Matters to Me“You did what!” I yelled at her, slamming the door behind me. The deafening cry of her sobs made me want to throw up. Her long curled champagne hair, perfectly framed her model like face. The tears flowed down her cheeks like a waterfall rushes off a cliff, and every tear that hit the ground below her, tore at my insides. Seeing her cry was my weakness. “I know Parker and I’m-.” she paused unable to look me in the eye and wiped the hot tears off of her cheeks and continued to simply say “I’m sorry.”. “ But why. Why would you do this to me.” I said storming off ...