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The Organization
The Organization Gasping sharply, his mind rushing back to reality. A young man wakes up from a deep sleep, 3 minutes before his alarm goes off. His mind wanders and tries to remember his dreams. He hits his alarm right before the second beep. Hintaru Aikovich Okabe is a 19-year-old young man in his first year of university, who lives with his single mother. He is a ruggedly Handsome Boy with beautiful eyes and Natural dirty Blonde hair. His hair changes color in seasons, sometimes lighter in the warmer parts of the year, and dark in the winter months unless his hair gets wet in which case it turns almost black. His mother is a slender beautiful but strong Russian woman, who has raised him without a father since he was born, not even entertaining the idea of having a relationship. Her focus has always been to help her son succeed as his father did. His father was a respected Japanese businessman who died of an illness the same night Hintaru was born. Hintaru and his mother immigrated to Canada from Japan, some years after Hintaru’s father died. “Hurry up, if u do not eat right now, you won’t make it to school in time “his mother says. He smiles and kindly complains “MOM! You don’t have to treat me like I’m a kid”. His mother comes to the table and smothers him with a big hug, “I know son, but you will always be my little Ru”. He makes his way to the university in the fall, the 3rd of September. The beautiful blue sky radiates when it is not raining, he cherishes the simple beauty of a clear sky surrounded by mountains near a small but diverse metropolitan city in western Canada. After jumping off the bus his makes his way to campus and enjoys spending time with his schoolmates. His best friend Seth is an older man and senior student, he has been to numerous community colleges getting several different diplomas and prefers the school environment over the working environment. Seth is now in the IT program majoring in web security. Hintaru joins his economics class, regularly participates in debates and is mostly unaware of his influence on others, he regularly wins the debates, not simply by the amount of knowledge he has but by his ability to use the knowledge wisely. This makes him his professors’ favourite for most likely to succeed. At the end of his first week, he decides to take the bus only halfway home, to enjoy the afternoon walking.
By Austin Hedstrom5 years ago in Criminal
Customer number one
It was cold that morning at 4:45am. Lizbeth was scheduled to open Sips and Sweets, but had to switch shifts with me suddenly. I don’t usually open the coffee shop, but I needed more experience. I was hoping to move up and maybe become assistant manager someday. We typically have a lot of the same people who come in the morning and afternoon. I was not familiar with the regular morning crowd, but Lizbeth would always tell me stories about the first customer of the day. Customer number one. Her most loyal and mysterious regular.
By Jane Lovemoore5 years ago in Criminal
Never like this
OK, one last cocktail. She felt like having another Mai Tai. It’s pretty hard, she only had three and was already more than tipsy. We’ve got something to celebrate after all. I should have gone for a tad lighter drink though. I’ll still have to get rid of that annoying journalist as well. One last sip, she finished the drink and tried to stand up from the inconveniently low armchair preserving as much dignity as possible. She looked around but no one seemed to notice or pay attention to her. A coffee will be great! No, perhaps it’s too late for that.
By Greg Lipoczi5 years ago in Criminal
Pier 17
Pier 17 The night was the same as every night, or so it seemed. The band was hot, the crowds wandered in and out sporadically, and the usual crowds were always there. Just as things were starting to really get busy a mysterious woman walked in dressed to the nines. She was as scorching as the flames from a wildfire. Her skin had been sun kissed, her hair was long and curled in a nice wave, her eyes were as blue as the ocean in the Caribbean, and man oh man her lips were a bright grapefruit pink that matched her gown. Her gown was dazzling with sequins, so much so, that when light touched it, she sent sparkles throughout the room. It was impossible for anyone to not notice her, the whole place went quiet the moment she walked in, all eyes on her, even the band began to play a slower jazzy song that made you want to work up enough courage to approach her.
By Sarah Supall 5 years ago in Criminal
Little Black Book
It was 1946, not long after the war we were women inspired to be more, me and my sisters I mean. There was Priscilla, Melissa and myself Juliet, with Priscilla being the oldest and me in the middle. Our parents were hero’s of the war, my father being a war veteran and my mother as a medical nurse and our trust goes beyond words, which is why me and my 2 sisters have decided to travel the world together without our parents supervision of course. It was the perfect time for liberation, independence, ambition, interaction, being a female with all the courage in the world, we were going to change the world. My interest in journalism had got me through the war and all I wanted was a great story to tell as I would progressively be the first female journalist to travel and exceed limitations, opportunities were up for grabs and nothing at this point was going to get in the way. However things didn’t turn out the way I imagined, in a matter of fact it could have been a journey worth writing.
By Miqat Chowdhury5 years ago in Criminal
Little Black Book
It was 1946, not long after the war we were women inspired to be more, me and my sisters I mean. There was Priscilla, Melissa and myself Juliet, with Priscilla being the oldest and me in the middle. Our parents were hero’s of the war, my father being a war veteran and my mother as a medical nurse and our trust goes beyond words, which is why me and my 2 sisters have decided to travel the world together without our parents supervision of course. It was the perfect time for liberation, independence, ambition, interaction, being a female with all the courage in the world, we were going to change the world. My interest in journalism had got me through the war and all I wanted was a great story to tell as I would progressively be the first female journalist to travel and exceed limitations, opportunities were up for grabs and nothing at this point was going to get in the way. However things didn’t turn out the way I imagined, in a matter of fact it could have been a journey worth writing.
By Miqat Chowdhury5 years ago in Criminal
The Birthmark Murders
She was pretty uncomfortable with grocery shopping after 11:30PM. It was her preference, as opposed to going right after work from her home-based business. As she drove down the street towards her home in the cul-de-sac she could see the flashing of the street lamp post flickering violently. As she parked her car parallel to the mailbox, she slowly scanned the area around her. It was the way that the mist loomed so late in the evening that made her a bit uncomfortable, although it's common during the rainy season in Georgia. She quickly popped her trunk.
By Jumoke Evans5 years ago in Criminal
