Lovietta SimpkinsApr 1, 20175 minMr. Red ( Part 6)As I fell upon the sand, sinking in, blood from the gunshot wound expelled from my chest. I coughed, trying to catch my breath, but soon...
Lovietta SimpkinsMar 25, 20178 minMr. Red (Part 5)The door starts to shake. Then the bolts fall from the frame, wildly unraveling it at the hinges. My card key dissipates in my hand, seeping
Lovietta SimpkinsMar 17, 20175 minMr. Red (Part 4)The morning sun hit the nape of my neck, warming me up just a little bit. I decided to walk from the hospital. My gut told me to just go,...
Lovietta SimpkinsMar 11, 20174 minMr. Red (Part 3)I’d hit a major roadblock, with the Irving account. This client was beyond brutal. Each stage of the project was met with even more...