One more Random

One finger goes in the eye, and the other is pointed at the screaming banshee of a woman to her left. She is curled into a small ball against the wall in the dirty alleyway, that’s infested with all kinds of gross shit.
“Ouch.”
To the right lay the dead, rotting body of a teenaged girl. She looks mangled, and badly beaten. She’s sprawled in the middle of the alley. She might be the cause for some of the decay in the alley.
Straight ahead, the murderous women with long dirty blonde hair, sneaks behind a oversized green dumpster.
Dun, dun, dun the plot will thicken. The murderous women must be insane. She giggles and screeches with excitement at the act she just committed, waving her arms nervously in the bright green atmosphere.
This.. Is going nowhere. Nowhere fast.
“Where will she end up?” the collective they ask.  “Will she somehow make it through? Is she really dead?”
“Will the rotting body awake and ask where the porno went?”
So many questions, and the writer cannot think of any answers for them. The thoughts elude her.

“Baa-ob.” Talking goats echo in the background. The scene is intense. The sun is just beginning to rise and is casting a green glow on the deadly scene.  The body of the blonde haired teen lay mangled. Her clothing indicates a rough life on the streets and possible prostitution. One of the officers on duty takes off after the obviously insane women, who ran out from behind the dumpster.
The banshee women finally stops sobbing. An officer wraps her in a purple blanket in a pathetic attempt to calm her down. It doesn’t work. Her leg is broken and hanging on by a coat hanger.
This just in, the mangled teen has gonorrhea. She’s a hooker.
The cop looks down on the hooker and vividly remembers the events in the sleazy motel room three days prior.
“I know this women” speaks the man-whore cop. “I was with her a few nights back. She was a wild one if you know what I mean.” He winked. It grossed the writer out. “I gave her gonorrhea”. Ew.

Meanwhile, away from the STI’s. The ruggedly handsome cop that was in pursuit of the surprisingly gorgeous insane mass of a human, ran. He ran like he needed a fix, of running. Sweat dripping down his amazingly chiseled chest. The drop of sweat dripped.  The insane women, stopped. Just then, one of those movie gusts of wind came up behind her and blew her hair rapidly, but sexily, in the air. The rugged cop saw this and said “Wow. You’re hot.’

This is retarded. The writer is fed up with this story. Her amazingly crazy family members think she should keep going so she can do Stephen King one day. His wife wouldn’t like that. Or, maybe she would.