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You should be ducking sir
I see the officers of the law
Your rampage has been noted
It’s time for your withdraw
The city is in ruin
A path of sin in your wake
You thought we would cheer you
But that wasn’t your only mistake
By recogirl URL on 12.30.2012
I met a group of army officers at a pub in town the other night. I talked to one of them for two hours okay. Two hours! We had awesome conversation and cliqued really well. When it was time for him to leave he asked if he could come stay with me. Um no. He didn’t even get my number! What a jerk!
By Anna Felmet URL on 12.30.2012
Wearing his red uniform, the officer stood at the front door with a stern, cold expression on his face. The very appearance of oppression. “Might I come in to talk?”
By Ahnnyeong haseyo URL on 12.30.2012
there is an officer outside of my door that paces and wanders, his shadow sifting through the carpet fibers just under the frame, in it slithers through the crack between the doors bottom and the floor. can i escape? i wonder. but there he passes again, that shadow flowing treacherous through the sunlight filtered in there underneath.
By vividexpression URL on 12.30.2012
Officers…well thats quite american. I Dont really think ive every really said that word in a sentance, which is quite funny. But maybe now ill start. maybe.
By Thanasis on 12.30.2012
police officers contribute to our society by protecting. Whether or not people want to believe this statement it is true. We are safer with them than without them. Do not be foolish and believe that they are around to make our lives worse. That is dumb
By Ash on 12.30.2012
I hate them!! Not all of them are bad, but we all have those crooked cops that just don’t know how to control themselves and it’s getting on my nerves! I wish that we can do something about them and fast.
By Devan Lute-Jones on 12.30.2012
Officers are people who believe themselves to be superior and more qualified than the rest especially in defense services and treat the subordinates like underdogs. However, it is these underdogs who finish all the actual work.
By kirtana on 12.30.2012
So many officers were called to the scene of the crime an it gave the impression that things were more critical then it was. The only thing that I knew was that someone attempted to rob the gas station, but was caught by the security guard, and handed over to the police.
By victor URL on 12.30.2012
As the officers approached my drivers side window the rain crashed down hard upon my cars hood. Thundering down, as my next few moments would be, I slowly rolled down the window. The first officer had broad masuline shoulders, His har and eyes both appeared to be as dark as the night, he loomed over my vehicle, examining my thrashed bumper. The other man stood at the tail of my car, over looking the license plate. Once the officer at my window felt comfortable with his check of my car, his head slowly turned toward me. He looked at me but I could not draw any emotion from his hiding eyes. The corners of is mouth curled into a smile I had not expected, his lips seperated as his smile widened now with bits of light glinting off his teeth.
By Nikki URL on 12.30.2012
Laughts. Shut up. Hide a half-smile. I came to do this. Sure, there. Here? Yes, but later, now there.
By Samuel URL on 12.30.2012
everything i write is about you or how whatever im scribbling is not worth reading
sometimes i just wish i could wrap my arms around you and hold on tight
and feel exactly like i did when we first met and i was falling so fast
but you can’t fall forever.
you’ve never stopped chasing me but somehow i’ve lost the courtesy to run
you’ve never stopped loving but somehow i’m not holding on
and you deserve so much better.
By Sara c: URL on 12.30.2012
“NO!” shrieked Samantha. “I won’t let you!”
By Ariadne Jenkins URL on 12.30.2012
the officers approached my car as if i were the culprit. as if i were the one that just drive away from a crime scene where three, three people were shot and killed. as if i had the gun! but i’m innocent.
By reneekarae on 12.30.2012
“No!” yelled Samantha. “He’s innocent! Sean is innocent!”
“Open the door, ma’am. Open the door.” The officers’ voices were cool, yet sounded frusterated.
“Sean Marcus Golding has committed a first-degree murder,” said one police officer. “By helping a criminal, you have committed a crime. Open the door, ma’am. Now.”
“No,” sobbed Samantha. “No.”
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