The mans eyes were dark grey, an unwelcome view into his unhinged and bipolar tendencies. His light brown hair was curled around the right side of his face and stuck out in a perfectly planned cowlick at the back of his skull. His sharp, jagged features left nothing for the eye to miss, his hollowed out cheekbones not unlike that of a skeletons, and his large, disproportionate nose stuck out as if he were a hummingbird preparing to drink the sweet nectar of a flower. His clothing complimented his hummingbird appearance, with the bright greens and yellows flashing with every swift movement of his arms and hips. Every flash of his teeth sends shockwaves of tension down the backs of his many followers. He throws his head back and laughs with a pleasure and humor known only to him.
The contagious disease that is his ecstasy has made him the man he is today. Made him the popular, buzzing bird with a glow that only elevates his attraction. Every day he receives the mail. Every day it is the same; boring fan mail, taxes, ads, God save him. Today is different, today there is a new letter, a dark, carmine red letter, with a white wax seal projecting a massive residence.
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Defining Disaster
Mystery / ThrillerWhen five unrelated people: a secret cult leader on daytime news, a woman with Stockholm syndrome and her abusive husband, a college student who just happens to commit murder, and a genius hacker who's skills go way beyond our ability of knowledge...
