Desperate Voices

Desperate Voices

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Jun 16, 2016
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Science Fiction
David Dottson, a young man with a bleeding heart and a big mouth, has his opinions and isn't afraid to share them. Not the brightest kid, he gets caught trespassing and vandalizing a school in order to make an ethical statement to the community. Soon after he finds himself in one of the most traumatizing indents a human can experience. During this incident, David discovers a gift. A special gift that could allow him to carry out his convictions, to bring stability to those who only know turmoil. But can he recover from the psychological trauma? Can he survive his own plans? How long can one try to answer the call of desperate voices before one becomes desperate themselves?
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Sinful

"Ezekiel...." I whispered softly into his ear, my crimson lips tugging into a sly smirk as I felt his body shake grow stiff against mine. My finger trailed softly against his arm, goosebumps raising along the path I traveled. "Stop." He whispered, I noticed how utterly breathless he had become. Causing the smirk that tugged at my lips to expand into a sinister smile. My fingers left his arm, lifting my fingers in the air I delicately grasp his chin, as if I squeezed too hard he'd crumple to dust beneath my fingers. "Why do you want me to stop, Zeke?" I questioned, my eyes feigning fake innocence as I awaited his answer. His eyes searched mine, and I felt my own proud look faltering as I undoubtably started to melt looking into his pools of Amber. "Because..." he started, his lip being tugged into his mouth by his white teeth. "Because...?" I assisted, as I got as close to him as physically possible. His eyes hardened, glaring into my soulless ones. "It feels, Sinful."

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