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The Cottage of Secrets
“Stop being such a scaredy cat,” said Emily. “I’m not… I just have a bad feeling about this,” said Ashley. “Why can’t we just hang out at the house today?”
By Lara5 years ago in Criminal
One Good Deed
It was just after 4:00pm and Kate yawned. She thought one more coffee would be in order to get through this last hour, but being a troubled sleeper, she was concerned about any lingering effects of caffeine disrupting her plans for an early night. Best not, she thought. She opened the office window and put her head out, taking a few deep breaths of fresh air. Kate loved this new office her team had been assigned to since the issues with a colleague in another department earlier in the year. Big windows, plenty of natural light and best of all, away from the eyes, ears and constant gossip of the main office. Silver linings. A silver Bentley was pulling up into the car park. Kate watched closely wondering if one of the directors had purchased a new car, for this was not the usual clientele of the cheap hotel which their offices were located beneath. A man got out. He was casually dressed in jeans, a t-shirt and trainers, and Kate noted with interest, quite a good looking specimen. He was unloading a cardboard box from the back seat of the car which looked to be full of files. The man placed the box on the ground for a moment and a gym bag was also retrieved from the back seat of the car. He placed the bag on top of the box and strode into the hotel. Kate noted that something remained where the box had been. It was small and black. Perhaps a notebook. She glanced at the entrance to the hotel. The man was gone. “Kate, can you have a look at this please?” Kate’s colleague Stephanie was waving frantically from the other side of the room. “I think I’ve messed up the formatting.” Kate hurried over. Stephanie was hopeless with Excel and they had accounts review meetings due in the morning. “Move up girl,” Kate said kindly “What’s happened?”
By Jessica 5 years ago in Criminal
Heartless Divulgence
Just before the crack of dawn the tension in Cell Block D begins to gradually rise. The sounds of keys rattling every other step as an overweight prison guard approaches a dark cell begin to fill the prison cell halls like a dramatic symphony. The prison guard bangs his baton on the prison cell and yells "Rogers, gather your things you’re going home." As he peeks in the cell to see if the inmate is alive a malnourished inmate slowly starts to come to life. The inmate begins to roll over and he slowly gathers himself from his extremely uncomfortable slumber only to suddenly remember his name is Jay Rogers and he is now a free man. Jay was on his last year of a 7 year prison sentence but was released early for good behavior. Being released on good behavior in most prisons is something fairly easy to obtain. But this was no ordinary prison. If you were sent to Camp 8 you were sent to die in Camp 8. Camp 8 was a smaller penitentiary only holding about 400 inmates. More than half of the inmates were in solitary confinement and left to rot. Reminders of brutal prison brawls, rape, molestation and terrible living conditions quickly flashes through his mind as he walks through the steel doors to his long awaited freedom.
By ET Productions 5 years ago in Criminal
RESET
Reset Walking out the front door of their home it was nothing different than she had done thousands of times before on auto piolet she ran to the train station like she did most mornings when she was running late, hands full, chaotic scene at best. She was juggling to many activities that needed to either be completed, calculated or accomplished in the same 24-hour period as before…
By Beverley Hessel5 years ago in Criminal
A Little Bird Told Me
I see them all the time. Signs the universe is sending me in the direction I’m supposed to go. Little nuances that most people would overlook are like giant road signs directing my path. I like to call them my croutons. Bread crumbs left just for me, and today they brought me to this diner.
By Patrice Marrero5 years ago in Criminal
Project Cellron - Chapt 2
The events of the past two weeks had left Quinton drained, mentally and physically. With 15 minutes left before he is supposed to check the little black book, he decided to make himself a drink. Quinton sits on his couch with both his drink and the book on the table in front of him. He stares for a moment, downs his drinks, then opens the book.
By Kristoff Felix5 years ago in Criminal
The Modern Hookup
The club lights blur the drunk frenzy of the human attraction. The music makes it hard to overhear the conversations. “So, what’s your favorite pop tart flavor?”
By Bootzie5 years ago in Criminal
84/94
HALLOWEEN NIGHT - 1984 A red SUV pulls into the parking lot of a prestigious office building. Employees are drunkenly passing in and out of doors. Mostly husbands sending their wives home to relieve the sitter so they can then continue to consume copious amounts of drugs and alcohol. Welcome to the American Dream.
By Jamie Bendola5 years ago in Criminal
Number 809
I don’t want to go home. Softball practice finished twenty minutes ago, and I stayed behind to help my coach pack up the drills and put away the equipment. He locked the little shed behind the school and asked if I had someone coming to get me, like he always does. I said no, that I was going to walk home, like I always do. He is a very nice man, my softball coach. Both of his daughters play netball at my school, but he always teases them and says netball is for sissies. I think it must be a lot of fun to live at their house.
By Alex Addyson5 years ago in Criminal
The Wrong Sip
No one was surprised when he was found dead. On the kitchen floor, the white tiles now painted a dark red, he lay. The late summer flies had found his body long before his neighbours decided to reach out to authorities.
By Amelia Hill5 years ago in Criminal
Getting away with murder
GETTING AWAY WITH MURDER Because the embassy wasn't interested in my suspicion that I had a major Nazi war criminal staying in my hotel, I decided to be his judge and jurors myself. Their opinion may have been influenced by the general consensus that the man in question had died in South America years before. Or I may have sounded insincere or crazy since I wouldn't give my name. Either way, I had spent my last coins to call them about his whereabouts, and if they didn’t care, I’d be damned if I let this opportunity slip away.
By Tone Sutterud5 years ago in Criminal
Mother Dearest
Anna watched through the square Plexiglass door window, waiting to catch a glimpse of her dead mother. She didn’t have much time. Julian would be calling her cell any minute now. He was trying to play the role of Loving Husband perfectly, but just because Anna was pregnant didn’t mean she was fragile. The past three months proved she was anything but.
By Amanda5 years ago in Criminal