“Agent Violet” Part 1: Aerie Serene
The elevator opened with a hiss and a sigh. Aerie Serene stepped off, stiletto heels clicking softly against the tiled marble floor. She stopped at a door marked SUPPLY ROOM, and closed it softly behind her.
The elevator opened with a hiss and a sigh. Aerie Serene stepped off, stiletto heels clicking softly against the tiled marble floor. She stopped at a door marked SUPPLY ROOM, and closed it softly behind her.
It was cold tonight, the wind shivering as the world grew cooler, quieter. The moon hid tonight, slithering behind bloated clouds filled with rain.
I Was Running Down A Hallway. Everything was washed out, grey, and shades of black. It smeared the edges of the dream, like charcoal paint brushes, leaving the edges distant and blurry.
They pulled up to the house a quarter after one. The police lights flashed: first red, then blue, across the all white house. It was the perfect place for a young child to grow up in. Only he wouldn’t be . . . . . . because he was missing.