As I walked, eyes on the ground, snippets of spots flashed through my mind. I never paused long enough to catch an entire memory, only a scene or two.
Shadows seemingly danced among the light, reflecting off the strip. I walked with no purpose, feet scuffing the ciggarette covered cement. Every now and then, my shadow would jump in the flickering light, coming to sexton top of a stranger's. It shimmered slightly, but of course they didn't notice. They never noticed as I observed their personal lives and memories. A scandal here, a betrayal there. They all start to seem similar after a while, but all the same, the rush of observing someone without their knowledge was the purest drug, one that I had come to rely on.
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Shadows on the Strip
ParanormalAfter her mom is brutally murdered, Alice heads off to her mother's hometown of Las Vegas, Nevada in search of her father. When she meets Noah, an illustrious yet annoying man, he opens up a world Alice didn't know existed. She is introduced into th...
