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Most recently published stories in Criminal.

Stranger In My House
“Gav?” Monique asked as she answered the phone in excitement while putting down the groceries. “Sorry to disappoint you Mo but its only me” Lisa laughed.
By Jermaine James5 years ago in Criminal
Valerian and Venom
I did not want to buy anything for her. She had, after all, stolen the love of my life and left me to stand on the sidelines. Still, when your heart has been broken and there is nothing left to gain or lose, you can pick yourself up, spin yourself around, and set off in a new direction.
By Elroy Bea5 years ago in Criminal
A Cold Day In Hell
Nelson sat in the lunchroom recounting his former days in the office; “Ok; so it went down like this. The interrogation room was cramped and less than inviting, as they tend to be. I was working murders, Lorell was on cold cases, and this woman who just walks in with her boyfriend was across the table from us. The three of us were huddled together having a conversation regarding some property of a questionable nature, and she was the one doing the talking.”
By Devia Vyne5 years ago in Criminal
Seoul Searching
Niniane Mobile! (consumerguide.com) “Dad’s home Kimberlee!” Ahnjong cheered, looking through the peephole of the front door where terror awaited outside.
By Kali Jones5 years ago in Criminal
My Beloved Nasir
Hold on let me tell you who I am and what is going on. My name is Gently. My mother got the name from some movie she watched right before I was born and blessed me with the crazy-ass name. My people call me Gigi tho. late one night when ah bitch was half drunk, high, and dick deprived. I got a call that fuck me all the way up. My close friend and brista. Nasir was in an accident or some shit. I honestly think some piece of strange dick might have tried to kill his ass. But anyway back to the phone call. they ask for Gently Maire Morris (in the back of my head I’m like who gave this mothafucker my whole damn government name that ain't for the streets to know.) I had to snap into my black girl professional shit.
By Jeffrey Morris5 years ago in Criminal
Wealth by Stealth
Notebook in one hand, coffee in the other, croissant between his teeth, Mike turned away from the refreshment table and bumped right into her. Coffee sloshed over the saucer and ran down his sleeve.
By Bryan Allen5 years ago in Criminal
How Did I Get Here?
The sound of the rain drumming on the roof of my sixteen-year-old, rusty, black Camry is nearly soothing, as I sit in the parking lot of the warehouse. The grey light of the coming dawn is softened by the overcast skies. It’s almost too dark to see…almost.
By S. F. Lydon5 years ago in Criminal
Gamblers hat
The year was 1874 and I sat kicked back in the chair, my feet propped up on the railing with my hat, which apparently was called a "Gambler's hat" by the locals, pulled down over my face. The sounds of the paddlewheel moving water was all that could be heard, outside of the occasional muffled conversation as people would walk by. A full moon graced the sky, dimmed only slightly by the lights from the paddle wheeler.
By Gemma Fry5 years ago in Criminal
Dirty Laundry
Shannon watches her reflection in the full-length mirror of the bleak changing room before her shift starts. The fluorescent lights shudder and make her look pale. She is wearing her blue work smock and her dark-brown, almost black, hair is tied up and covered by a hair net. Each day blurs into the next, much the same, day after day, again and again.
By Stephanie Morin5 years ago in Criminal
Good Deeds
I don't take kindly to strangers, don't like the heat. Don't like travel and like my quiet. So when I found myself on Highway 50 driving through Nevada with Joe Behan, in 100 degree weather, I can't exactly say I was a happy man.
By Elijah Osheen5 years ago in Criminal
"I've Got What It Takes"
Backstage at 43rd St’s ‘Spelman Club’ – behind the loose-lipped drunks, and the cigar smoke haze, and the big black curtain – Lorna Monroe sat alone, restless.
By Harley Viveash5 years ago in Criminal
Price of One Bullet
“You willing to kill me for 20k?” Dad asked. I did really process his question. My mind was wandering through old memories coming out of the little black book I was flipping through.
By James Transformed5 years ago in Criminal