theodore amos
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Meeting with an arms dealer
You feel the anxiety in your throat as you stand in front of the door. The sunset light makes it more mystical than any door should be. You take a nerve easing breath before grabbing the copper knob, twisting it, pulling your right arm, and opening the door to a medium-size office.
By theodore amos2 years ago in Fiction
Rest
“I’m never gonna be able to go back.” She whispered to herself as she lay on their couch, eyes closed. It was their first night together in their new home and they haven’t received their bed yet, and wouldn't until the weekend. Not really a problem for Sonnie, it wasn’t the first time she slept bed-less, She could handle that no problem.
By theodore amos2 years ago in Fiction
Night call
Connie watched the scene from her seat with a slightly intoxicated smirk. It was a movie-perfect house party. Young adults horny, happy, and inhibited—the sound of 'Anderson. Paak was blaring through the speakers as her peers danced so close that it felt like the height of summer instead of the dead of winter, Daniel and Patricia among them. They were lost in their own world.
By theodore amos2 years ago in Fiction