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OTHAL TOREYANE RESHEEN WALLACE
THIS MAN HAD NO INTENTIONS OF CAUSING BODILY HARM! THIS MAN, MR. WALLACE WAS SITTING OUTSIDE IN HIS CAR. HE WAS ALONE, NOT MAKING EXCESSIVE NOISE, NOT CAUSING A SCENE. HE WAS APPROACHED, PHYSICALLY TOUCHED, AND HARRASSED, NOT EVEN BEING TOLD WHY HE WAS BEING QUESTIONED BY A POLICE OFFICER. THE COP EVEN FELT IT NECESSARY TO USE UNNECESSARY FORCE BY ATTEMPTING TO REPEATEDLY PUSH MR.WALLACE BACK INTO HIS VEHICLE. THIS WHOLE ENCOUNTER WAS NOT NEEDED AND CONTINUES TO SHOW THE OFFICERS TAKING THE LAW INTO THEIR OWN HANDS
By Organic Products 5 years ago in Criminal
The Man in the Box
Chapter 1: The John Garnet It is difficult to picture my life before I met Mazo. Not to say I’ve forgotten the twenty-two years that passed before I met her, in fact, I often revisit my formative years in meditation; what I find difficult to imagine, rather, are the whims and obsessions that used to course through me, producing strange leaps of logic to justify my reckless actions. Of course, it is natural for young girls to be foolish, and I don’t begrudge my younger self her mistakes. It is merely curious how impenetrable she seems now, her thoughts and desires a black box, with only residual evidence to give me a clue as to her intention. As if my head was an apartment and her merely the previous tenant, the chips in the wall and scuffs on the furniture her only legacy to the new renter.
By Cecil Stehelin5 years ago in Criminal
Loves prison
Seems like only yesterday that she was here, I never knew how much I would miss her until she was gone. This thing now, this little locket that once upon a time might have seem so little to me is now the only remembrance, I have of her. All that being said I can no longer just sit here and sulk in my own sorrows I must keep moving in order to find safety in this hellish place that was made by man. I never though in a million years that I would be living in an abandon store front in this once beautiful city of Seattle trying to find a way to survive and hatch a plan to rescue the girl who’s neck this locket belongs to. Oh, Justine my love oh how I miss you and long for you only to be plagued by my thoughts of doubt that you are still alive. As I close the locket and put it in my pocket, I remembered that the name of the ones that took her were called the Silencers and that they had a hide out close to my compound in a near by warehouse on the Sound. Oh well got to keep moving, I cannot stop now the sun is going down and everyone knows that bad things come out at night.
By MATHEW S HUDNALL5 years ago in Criminal
Stealth Brigade
I looked at the particle in my hand. The last strand of evidence , the reminder of the inevitable, the symbol of hope and birth and secrets. I acquired it on a mystic adventure, but I never really left B.C. It sounds so weird to people. So weird that the story died in the '90's; to bizarre to believe, to traumatizing to remember.
By Roxy Lynch5 years ago in Criminal
The Criminals
Monica and Davy sat on the bench. Monica chewed on gum. Davy looked at the ceiling. They had heard that Before, people had sat in chairs and the judge sat on a bench. But what the people did Before the Elimination was different if you asked someone else.
By Ben Harrison5 years ago in Criminal
Pain Vs. Suffering
It was March Twentieth Twenty Sixty Five. Ten years had gone by; hundreds of thousands of people died because of the coldest war ever known in the history of humankind. Food was scarce. Assault weapons were easier to acquire than necessities, and food was extremely scarce. The people that survived the nuclear blasts suffered in the streets from starvation while those who were rich at the time of war were unharmed and hardly effected. The elite were prepared years before the war. They planned well. Those who had a couple hundred thousand to spare were welcomed to exclusive safe zones built underground. The life of the rich underground was very different. The rich had access to ample food, unlike the poor who would go weeks at time without eating and had access to only a few water sources.
By Joshua hill5 years ago in Criminal
Before The War
In the heated moments between doomsday and love lost forever, there was a heart-shaped locket. It would have been easy enough to forget, to just let things go, but that locket meant everything to someone. This particular locket, the same locket that would be clutched in the hand of the Dictator of Eurasian America after the nuclear holocaust, costed Phoenix Smith more then he wanted to admit. It had taken 15 years to be able to save up the hundred thousand dollars that Dr. Smith spent on the locket, and he had intended to use it to visit his family in Brazil. 15 years away from family, without so much as a WhatsApp text, or phone call, and it would finally have all been worth it. He left to make it in NYC, to prove himself when all he had ever been was nominal. He had gotten a job as a Doctor, and between college loans, private everyday expenses, and his girlfriend Penny Jones, he was able to save up only twenty to thirty thousand a year. Penny had also been pining after a heart shaped locket in one of the most affluent jewelry stores in the borough of Manhattan, and it was expensive enough as is.
By Sean Martin Maloney5 years ago in Criminal
Nowhere Here But Outside
NOWHERE HERE BUT OUTSIDE. The words were scribbled in bold, large letters on the church wall, sprayed in black paint. Some dead animal’s blood had been smeared beneath it. The stench of putrid, raw meat told the hours since the Calvari had visited the holy site.
By Karilin Berrios5 years ago in Criminal
