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Excerpt from Seven by Saturday
The pounding in my head felt as if I was stopped next to a car with the volume turned up so high that the bass shook everything around it. Pinching my nose I tried to take calming breaths, a four count in and a four count out. My mind is drifting over every inch of every crime scene I have been at the past three days. The boxes were small, not drawing attention. All of them were wrapped in brown paper. The techs had determined that it was a paper grocery store bag, giving you nothing. Inside the boxes was filled with screws and marbles for shrapnel. When they exploded anyone in a hundred yards radius was in danger. Sitting a little straighter I open my eyes reaching for the files yet again.
By C.A. Price5 years ago in Criminal
Death by Chocolate
Gary Hansen didn’t think of himself as a serial killer, but he was one. He was also independently wealthy, as his parents had left him a fortune when they’d died in a car accident when he was twenty. He’d been working on their car earlier that same day, but the police never found that out.
By Steve Moran5 years ago in Criminal
I killed her with Kindness
“Hey Lisa!” Mona cries out, “listen to this.” “Oh God” Lisa whispers to herself “are you reading the obituary on the paper again?!” she cries out. “Oh come on! This one is interesting, just listen” she replies, “Fine” Lisa responds as she rolls her eyes. Mona begins to read, “Kim’s Obituary, July 18, 2020. Kim was a very kind and loving person, she was young and full of life. Kim had many aspirations but she never expected to die so young, I would like to share with you the cause of death. It was Monday morning two days ago, Kim was very excited about her 30th birthday, she woke up at 7am very unusual for her, but she knew everyone would be happy to see her and wish her a happy birthday at work. Mainly though she was excited because she would finally receive her $1,000,000 trust fund money, after 30 years of patiently waiting, the day had finally arrived and she made sure everyone knew about it at work, now don’t get me wrong I might sound annoyed but I had nothing against her neither did anyone else at work. Let me give you some backstory though, when I say she made sure to let everyone know, she did not hold back, as a matter of fact she had a “trust fund party” at her house the week before and invited every single one of us. As we walked in to her home we each got a small bag with a “present” inside, I will never forget about 20 minutes before we left the party, she decided to announce she was leaving the company and she let us know her birthday would be her last day, oh man was she right about that! “I want a chocolate cake and a beautiful party, now that you guys know it will be my birthday and my last day of work” she happily announced. When I got home I opened my so called present, inside there was a small vanilla cupcake with a note that said, “ since I will be leaving, and I will never have to see your ugly face again, I just want to let you know you won’t be missed,” with it there was a card for a plastic surgeon in which she wrote, “for your face…you’re welcome!” I have to admit I was extremely upset, I called a few of my co-workers to see if anyone else got the same note, and indeed she made sure to write a personal note to everyone. After a glass of wine and many thoughts of what I was going to say to her the next day, I finally calmed down and came up with a plan. Surprise, surprise the next day Kim called out which was perfect as I needed to present my plan to everyone else at the office, after explaining what my plan was to the team they all agreed the most logical thing to do would be to kill her…with kindness of course, so we decided we would each buy her a chocolate cake on the day of her birthday; well you see we all knew how much Kim loooved chocolate and she wouldn’t be able to help herself, her obsession was so big she might just want to eat all of it all by herself. For the next few days she decided she was taking a few days off, and of course Monday morning she showed up extra early, of course we were all ready waiting for her. We are a team of 20 people and each one of us bought her a small chocolate cake with the writing Happy Birthday Kim on it. Oh she was ecstatic! By the end of the workday she had eaten at least 10 cakes, I don’t know how she did it, but she did. Naturally she was not feeling too well and so she cleaned out her desk and left without even saying good bye, by night time I received a call from one of my co-workers to give me the news that Kim was in a food coma… literally, I didn’t mean to laugh but I just thought it was the funniest thing I had ever heard, I mean who is that obssesed to eat 20 chocolate cakes in one day?! Well Kim was one of a kind I guess. I hope my story didn’t bore you as it is not so much an obituary but more of a lesson, if someone is mean, kill them with kindness and you will suceed. Yes I know this is a long one but it was too precious not to tell, in the end I didn’t know much about Kim and she didn’t know me very well either, I just knew she thought I was ugly and I knew she had a guilty pleasure. “Wow, that is crazy… can she go to jail for that?”Lisa asks, Mona replies “I don’t think so, she technically killed herself.”
By Giovanna Rea5 years ago in Criminal
Teeth
It truly was the perfect score; all the way until it all went wrong. The money was exactly where we were told it would be. Sure, there were two guards, but we were told their locations, and it was a simple matter to hit ‘em with tasers, blindfold, and handcuff ‘em, they were no longer any danger to anyone. They never saw our faces, and in less than five minutes the entire score was done. Cardboard boxes, like from those moving places. Each box weighed about 40 pounds, Joey said they were about $400,000 per box, by weight. Can you imagine? So much money you need to weigh it instead of counting it. So, each box was 400k, and we just backed up the van to the door and loaded 100 boxes inside. Easy as you please. We was told they was thirty-two mil’ in the shack, I guess, maybe the boxes were part of the weight or somethin’. Each of us got 5 million, and the rest was to pay bob’s contact. That part went smooth as glass. We just drove over to the storage place, like we was moving house. Entered the combo like we was told, and counted out twenty-two boxes. We closed the door and headed back to my place. We each took fifteen boxes, and went our own separate way. Easy peasy, right? Not so much. What we didn’t understand, was each box had an RFID. I know, you all saw them tags in stores. Pretty useless right? If you can get around the posts by the door, no big deal, right? Wrong. I guess these was special tags, and they had some sort of hand scanner things they pointed out the windows of they cars. I was sleepin’ when they came for me. Heh heh, I had tossed a bunch of the cash in my bed and was rollin’ in it. You ever saw a hunnert thou in one spot? It’s a shitpot of dough let me tell you. I dumped one of them boxes out, it was thousands of twenty-dollar bills. Like half an inch deep in my bed. I might have had a little sumthin’ to help relax after the job was done, and I was passed out hard.
By Brian Amonette5 years ago in Criminal
Brown Paper Box.
This was the worst summer I had ever lived yet. I just had finished the most horrible pregnancy ever. I got jumped by trey way gang, hospital, act team, acs, and all my baby father ex-girlfriends and hoes and his friends were against me. I felt like I was in deep shit and just stood home where my mom can keep me safe. My baby father is just the worst ever. I can't even talk anymore about what he has done to me without feeling like losing my mind. But as I stay home where it is safe I am praying and storms are raining in heavy. Everyone in Nyc knows something is happening from all the loud thunders that sounds like sweet mary stomping her feet and the severe lightning and the rain, to the moons to the lights. Sounds like god bent his bow and is getting ready to strike the enemies of his child he loves dearly. Alot of weird activity occuring in nyc. We had lights that you only see like in the north pole I think it is show up only people on mickle avenue are witnesses to it. It is just war, just like in winters war the huntsman and I am ravenna except I am shorter and hiding behind candles because they about to stab my heart. I keep dreaming with the police who police cars arrive at night time to my home. In my dream they said the police were going to slaughter me if I did not move out of my home. They were mafia of course crooked. I then woke up ran to my bible because I have to pray every day all day until I am safe and saved, because I am going to die and nobody hears me. They had robbed all my artwork for anybody to look my way to hear my voice and pay attention to me. So now I must pray for attention and leave everything to gods judgement and punishments. So as I read the bible I then use the strategy they taught me at a church group in st.benedicts. They taught us about just placing your hand over the bible and asking god to give you signs. I went to some corner stone group meeting and I can't remember much, but I think I stood over night. It was some very pretty tall lady there she was so stunning, and the rosary she gave me was my favorite. It was red with the holy spirit on it, beautiful rosary I have ever been given at a church. She also gave me another one when I lost it when I told her, and it had the virgin mary this time. I took that and I started doing it. I need to know more to save my life. So I placed my hand over the bible it came to scriptures where it basically told me to run and that someone innocent was going to die and this was goodbye. I had saved the pages and folded them but since I can't remember where it is because of the robberies that occured of stolen paintings, music, and money I have no proof of the actual pages I was taken to when I had asked god questions on what was going on. The only proof I have is writing my religion book on how to have gods power and my story. Maybe when I buy another bible I will look for the scriptures for alot of things was stolen. And the mafia does not want any proof they break the laptops and steal all phones and everything of proof and take away all our money. Anybody who helps me they will take them down. We are basically in a slave house. Anywho with that being said two days later I had received a package. The fed ex man had given me a box with the wrong name and I already opened the box. It was a pair of shoes it had our address on it I thought it was for us. So I quickly ran outside and chased the fed ex truck down the block from where I lived and gave him back the shoes. I then ran back to my home. The very same day in the night time a police car was parked outside my house. A lot of police and ambulance be parked and all over this block a lot. I had no idea but I was so nervous I am scared of the police from all the harassment they do to me and I am scared of the ambulance from all the bullying they do to me too. They get mad if we record them too. The police stood on the block for about an hour long and I made sure I stood quiet in my mothers room. I felt like one of those kids in germeny hiding in a holocaust. I feel sorry for the criminals and their hearts when they know they are hiding and the police there. My heart literally dropped and went in full panic mode and I could not breathe. Just shaking everything in my bones and nerves. But they left off the block, they only let me go because they left out of my house with all my music and paintings. The police do alot of illegal things with the hospital and Im starting to see why things dont change. If people know what I know they will understand that they are gangs too, they just call themselves mafia and its if they want to let you go, when it comes to police brutality and hospital violations. I thank god I didnt keep those shoes in my home because the fed ex man probably would of said he left it in my address and I would of probably been arrested I dont know. The police do alot of things I can not explain maybe I will write fiction short stories and add flavor and spice to make books out of on what I have known and been through. But I am oh so upsetI am not able to show you the exact scriptures for proof god does exist and he does saves and helps. Miracles do happens and he will move the world for you. He will do anything you ask of him if he has picked you as one of his roses.
By Fuck Pretty!!5 years ago in Criminal
Killer Chocolate Cake
We never suspected that Tye Tyson was a dead man before he even walked into my cafe for lunch. In the five years, Naomi’s Cafe and Doughnut shop had been open I had never seen Tye or any member of his family inside our restaurant. Tye Tyson was a used car salesman. Almost everyone in town had a story about being swindled by Tye. Everyone knew who he was because of his over-the-top and outrageous car sales commercials which usually involved livestock. As in “Don’t be chicken to buy a new car! Come on down to Tyson Motors! Tell them Tye sent ya!” All with live chicken running around. He was quite a showman.
By S. L. Kirby5 years ago in Criminal
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By Mithun Debnath5 years ago in Criminal
Released from Jail into a World of Pandemia!! pt. 5
Let's see the last one of these I wrote just after we moved into the apartment in North Austin. Luckily during the February freeze we were fortunate that an old friend from San Antonio graced us with her presence to help with the move and thusly ended up stuck at our house and couch surfing for the duration of that freeze. I say luckily because life literally stopped for most the Southerners here since snow weather is obviously something they rarely ever have to deal with. Especially not 3 or 4 feet of snow and completely frozen bridges.
By Rachel (Rage) Schuyler5 years ago in Criminal
Charlene
Charlene The next night… I always knew the past was going to come back and haunt my girls and me one day. I’d only hoped it wouldn’t get them hurt or worse, killed. Mike and I had a well-kept oiled machine in place during our run the streets. Like I told the girls, their father ran his set just like that of a fortune five hundred firm. He treated everyone from his right-hand man, Louis, to his corner boys, with the utmost respect. That’s why he was untouchable for a long time. The men and women who worked for him were loyal. Some have even had their lives taken because they refused to turn on him. They all loved and respected him because of his love and respect for them.
By Yolanda Williams5 years ago in Criminal
