The door slammed behind her heels as she bolted through the pouring rain. It always struck her as funny that her mother could slam the door, but if Ember did, she would be standing there for an hour, opening and shutting the door as gently as possible "to teach her a lesson."
By Phares6 years ago in Psyche
He walked into the bar around ten o'clock that night, wearing jeans, combat boots, and a faded Mighty Mouse T-shirt. The time stamp still burns my memory as it blinked in the corner of the convenience store security footage. Every second, it blinked as I watched him look both ways and jog across the street to his favorite bar.
By Phares6 years ago in Criminal