Dialogue
Character: Peter
Emotion: Freaked Out, Confused
Situation: He just walked in on his older sister and her boyfriend's BDSM activities.
Dispatcher: 911, what is your emergency?
Uh hello, I don't know I'm about to croak dude, I think some dude killed my sister and now he's peeing on her. My name is Peter Wallace, my sister is dead and when you get here, I might be too. Please send help to 901 Shelby Drive, Kempsville, Kentucky 18946.
Dispatcher: Okay relax, for me. Is there a way out of the house?
Sister: What are you doing? Babe I think he seen us. I thought you were working late tonight, Peety, shit.
Um, 911... I sort of croaked.
*Passes Out*
Dispatcher: Hello? Sir, help is on the way.
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Feelings: Monologue/Poetry Collection
PoesíaThese are monologues and poems that are completely random. Just getting my art out there ya know! Please check my profile for similar consistent works. (Currently working on a drafted piece: "Lotus' Story" 1/5 books of my new series: Because It's No...
