Warden_Red Dead Redemption_April_Midnight Shift
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Warden
'Shut up and sign this.''Sir, I didn't do anything wrong.'The police officer stood up from his seat and went near to Jim. He looked fiercely into Jim's eyes. 'You better sign it, Son. Or there will be consequence that you wouldn't even imagine.' warned that officer.'Officer Mike, I don't deal drugs. This is a mistake.''No. The mistake is yours. Sign this confession.' A guy from Jim's hostel died due to an overdose from a party gone horribly wrong. After an hour of intimidation, Jim reluctantly signed the confession. Officer Mike put Jim behind bars after allowing him one phone call. The poli...
Red Dead Redemption
In the shady forest of savanna the sun was shining which seemed very hot but beautiful at the same time. Filled with brownish green grass with very few trees. Under the Fillicium tree, there is a 19 year old young man, with his left leg tucked into his right leg who sits casually, slings a banjo on top of his leg and sings while playing the banjo and the harmonica into his mouth which he sounds as accompaniment to the banjo. "Oh Sussana, don't you cry for me. I come from Blackwater with a banjo on my knee." His voice was very melodious, really tenor even though his Adam's apple was very thick ...
April
Summer, 1950s April's POV"Papa," I called as I strode into our new house. Papa built it himself and, he just finished a couple of weeks ago. It was a cozy house made from brick and flowers planted outside. It felt like home. "Papa," I called agawww.onedoor.ccin. "Yes, April," He called back. My name wasn't inspired by anything, just that my mama and Papa loved the name. I saw that Papa was helping my older brother Timothy with his toy car. He thinks he's all that special because he's 14 but, I'm only two years younger.I looked for mama and found her in the kitchen cooking in her new apron, light brown hair ...
Midnight Shift
It was 2 a.m. and Denny’s was crammed with convalescing college kids. Sherry wiped up the coffee on table three and tried to ignore the wave of drunkenness that splattered the tacky walls with idiocy. It was the weekend before finals, and everyone was wasted.A waitress’s worst nightmare.Sherry finished cleaning and strode toward three guys sitting at a booth. They didn’t acknowledge her as she pulled out her notebook; two of them were too busy laughing at the third, who poured a goop of syrup into his black coffee.She wasn’t paid enough to tell him to stop. She tapped her pen against the table...