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Chump Change
Every morning she woke with the same thought. Maybe today will be the extraordinary day when Johnny gets his miracle. But it never was.
By Charlene Dunbar5 years ago in Criminal
DEATH IN THE EVENING
FADE IN: EXT. BIMINY BAHAMAS - SUNSET Simply beautiful. Somewhere near the Alice Town Resort, a unique two story home rests on the beach.
By Bill Arnold5 years ago in Criminal
The One That Brought Death
The sound of the waterfall thundering onto the rocks and lots of panicked screaming was the soundtrack to her rhythm to revive this poor young man who appeared to have fallen. “One, two. One, two. Come on, dammit! One, two. One, two.” It was too late. By the time she finished her last resuscitation, the EMS had already arrived on scene, ready to move her out of the way. As she climbed up the rocks, she found what appeared to be a handheld, black notebook.
By Christen King5 years ago in Criminal
A Badge and a Book
The radio crackles with a message from dispatch. “Accident on I-95 North, mile marker 186, paramedics on route.” Alex picks up the radio and relays a response as her partner pulls out of the speed trap and flicks on the lights. Highway-goers dutifully pull into the right lane, slowing as they pass. It never fails to amuse her how cars slow down obsequiously at the sight of a police cruiser, whether they’re already at the speed limit or not.
By Nia Tang5 years ago in Criminal
The Getaway
Well sure, there’s a story behind all o’ my songs. But The Getaway is special, more than jus’ some little ditty ‘bout a girl who leaves ‘er home town.
By Geoff King5 years ago in Criminal
Windfall
She woke up in a dark alleyway. The stench was overwhelming. She clutched her bag and looked inside in a panic. It was still there. She sat up in relief, head resting against a brick wall, then tried to stand up.
By Boldly Go5 years ago in Criminal
Where are you, Missy Stevens
The breakthrough came on a Tuesday. I was canvasing the neighborhood where my daughter, Missy was last seen. My phone rang. Caller Unknown. My numbr was plastered over blocks of the city on posters offering $20,000 for any information about Missy. The caller said his name was Andre Hollman. He wanted me to meet him at a diner called, Lucky's. I prayed the name was an omen.
By David Conley5 years ago in Criminal
The Black Book
1 Marie was cold. In fact, at this moment, she could not imagine being any colder than she was right now. The rain had soaked through every layer of her clothing, and every gust of wind sent her body trembling. With every passing second, she doubted her reasons for being out in this weather even more.
By C S5 years ago in Criminal
HEAVEN BACKWARDS
All signs pointed that anyone should stay at home that night and I should have listened. I should have listened to those signs when I felt the cold winter wind disrespecting the existence of my leather pants and made contacts with my thighs.
By Robert Mulolo5 years ago in Criminal
Leprechaun Logistics and the Unlucky Winners
It's amazing how fast you stop fighting against the inevitable. Less than 48 hours after becoming a prisoner in the Leprechaun Logistics lab facility, I was going about life as normal. The fact was, I was trapped and I knew it. I was trapped physically, I was trapped legally.
By L.P. Masters5 years ago in Criminal
Bitter Payback
All it took was a golden strand of medium length curly hair, flattened and stuck within the middle pages of the bound canvas notebook, for S to know without a doubt who it belonged to. He inspected it for a minute, wishing he could go back, fondly remembering the dark thong panties he took from her that were stashed away in his drawer back home, and the confounding love/hate relationship tore at his heart.
By Rachel Scott5 years ago in Criminal
FRAMED
Moonlight streamed in after Harper as the window clicked shut behind her. The shape of her body was outlined softly across the grey carpet, and she watched it disappear as she stepped into the shadow of the wall to her right. It was a bedroom, with an empty canopy bed set in the centre, gauzy white curtains catching in the grey light and puffing out slightly from the small breeze that had entered with her.
By Jules Sherwood5 years ago in Criminal