Justice!_Sincerely, Ivy Smith_Ringmaster_Talia Gibbons
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Justice!
Unforgiving, the heat radiated off everything standing in the suns way, that didn't stop Althea from pursuing a living. She was perched on onwww.onedoor.cce of the many rooftops, observing the Chronis's mansion. Her muscles ached from staying still for so long, but she couldn't leave until she got all the information she lacked. After all, she wanted the mission to move smoothly; she wasn't about to lose her most valuable customer yet. The mansion was a hive, bustling with servants preparing for tomorrows moon festival. Proteus Chronis has taken it upon himself to host this year's celebration, not that Alth...
Sincerely, Ivy Smith
“Ivy? Ivy, can you hear me?” Mom’s worrisome voice rolls through the almost-empty motel lobby. “Yes, mom, I can-” I start, but she cuts me off.“Ivy?” “Yes, mom.” “Oh, Ivy, thank god you’re okay. Are you heading home soon?”“I have a few more hours of work,” I reply. “And don’t worry mom, it’s just snow flurries. I’ll be fine.”“You never know what those flurries can progress into. I’ve got all of my emergency resources ready in the basement. Non-perishable foods, four self-heat blankets, a flashlight, water, and an extra cell phone. I’ve also been trying to get the new generator working. I hope...
Ringmaster
We had the apartment surrounded. There were officers on the roof, ready to swing through the windows. Several others, including me, were at the door. We had him. After years of searching, we had finally found him. I had finally found him. The SWAT officer in front of me breaks down the door and we all stream into the apartment, guns drawn, ready for a fight. But it doesn’t play out like that.Our suspect sits in a wooden chair in the middle of the room, his hands clasped together in his lap. At our entrance, he gazes up and tilts his head slowly, taking all of us in. Many of the officers seem t...
Talia Gibbons
Tall, fit, muscular. The silhouette of a man stands outside the glass door. He places his hand on the handle and pauses – wagering. The clock ticks on as he wastes his precious time on the decision that has already been made for him. Jingling, the door opens. Still not recognizing the impending doom upon him, he shuffles in.White light glimpse onto his face as he takes his baseball cap off, revealing a mop of disheveled hair. A round face that hasn’t broken out of baby fat glances around at the untouched, foreign, almost alien parts. He runs his hand through his hair; this is obviously not his...