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The Morality Game
It had been a brutal day at work so far. Jack had been late to his morning meeting for no particular reason, except for lack of charisma and a caffeine deficiency. This led to him inevitably being chewed out by his boss, thus making himself the day’s honorary target for the loud, bulging man to take out all his frustrations on.
By Skylar Callahan5 years ago in Criminal
The Great Mission
Once, there was a little girl who lived with her dad. Her dad was very poor but, One day a young man came to her door. The man said “ Congrats you just won $20,000, Mia.” “ How?” Mia asked the young man shyly. “ Well you found my little black book.” “ Wait do you mean this little black book” she said as she held up a small black book. “ Yes, that is the one.” The young man answered happily. “ here is your money and thanks for my book” The young man said as he ran off with the book.Mia looked back at her dad and said”I can buy a house with this money. Oooh and a carriage.” Her dad chuckled quietly and said ”Do not over exaggerate, Mia.” “ You can only buy a carriage.” He continued. So she and her dad had their new carriage and rode into the forest. But she did not notice the man following her into the woods. He was looking for the real black book the on Mia gave him was her journal.He just did not look past the entries to the info he needed for his new job. He got a job for the government. His job was to make sure the book did not fall into the wrong hands. Mia saw him following her into the woods and asked him “Why are you following me ?” He explained why he needed the book. Mia explained that she wrote false entries because she knew that people would want to get the information. She showed him That she wrote over it in an erasable pen.So she erased it and gave it To the man And apologised for taking it. She learned his name was Paul. She also asked “Wait how did you know I had the book?” He answered “With the book Tracker. I got it when I got my job working for the government.” “ You see it is a little blue gadget that tracks the info so I followed it to your house. I just can not give it to my boss.” He continued. “Why not?” Mia asked. Then a couple of guys in suits walked up and the smallest in the middle screamed” YOU ARE FIRED!!!” and snached the book and ran off. Mia said we have to get that book.” “Yes!” said everyone in agreement. They all started running after the guys. It was a rescue mission they had to get the book earth depends on it. “I'm gonna guess that was your boss.” Mia said “Yeah that was him.” Paul shouted “ Keep running!” Said Mia's dad. “OK” They all said in agreement. “We are almost there, they are right in front of us. Dad you go left, Paul right I will get front and back” Mia said as she started running faster. Paul's old boss was running out of breath quickly. So was Mia but she was not going to let that stop her plan. They cornered Paul's old boss. They had nowhere to go. “ Hand over the book now!” Mia said to the smallest guy. “ NEVER!!!!” He screamed.Paul took the book and started to run back to Mia's house with the book. “ No they will find it here. Let's take it to our new house in the woods. It is hidden with branches.” Said Mia's dad and Mia together. Paul's old boss Flew high in the sky to see if he could find Paul, Mia and Mias dad. But then his jetpack ran out of fuel and he plummeted to the ground. Luckily his guards caught him. They set him down and said “ I QUIT!!” and walked away. Paul's boss Marty was walking after them. But when he got there his guards had already started their own food truck. It was called Twin time tacos. Marty asked if he could have a taco and the twins said in usion “WE ARE CLOSED!!” and flipped the open sign to closed. Marty walked away. He needed that book. He was not really evil; he was put under a spell by megamind, The evillest part human part robot ever. Marty started to cry. He was so sad because nobody liked him. The tears broke the spell and Marty was free. Megamind had no more power.
By Michael A Anderson5 years ago in Criminal
Contents
I got a phone call last week, announcing my parents died in a car crash. Even though I've been estranged from them for more than a decade, the death of any family member is hard, regardless of your relationship with them. And this was two of my family members. The ones who raised me, taught me, and shaped me into who I am. Of course, all of that resulted in me disagreeing with them more often than not, which definitely wasn't their intention. But, I'm growing up in a generation who questions everything, including the way they were raised, the ideals passed down, and what we were subjected to at a young age. I learned I needed to give myself compassion before anyone else in order to survive these trying times.
By Weston Bradley5 years ago in Criminal
The Killer
I always wondered who my father really was. As a boy, I imagined he was great at playing catch, building sandcastles, flying kites. A stern-voiced, soft-hearted man like Frank the mechanic maybe, or my math teacher Mr. Wilson. One thing I knew for sure, he wasn’t a killer.
By Jason McSweeney5 years ago in Criminal
He Must Tell A Story He Never Can
It started on a Friday. Heavy, fibrous debris pouring from overcast skies. It looked like ash against the fluorescent glow of undercloud. But when it crossed the horizon, the darker background of trees and buildings revealed its true identity and color. Snow, white as the sky. It kept on until Sunday, covering everything, exaggerating every tree branch and fencepost. Then the sun cut through, bringing the temperature above freezing and the people from their homes. A couple walking in the park called the station to report something resembling a body uncovered by the melting snow.
By Ralph Palmieri5 years ago in Criminal
Grandma June
As I look out the car window on my way to grandmas funeral I am in disbelief she has gone. Grandma June wasn’t like your everyday grandma, she was a savage. I remember in my early 20s, I dated an older male whose name was Roger who started to control me, stalk me and became physically abusive. I found myself avoiding my family, friends and if I did leave the house I would cover up, wear oversized sunnies and be easily startled. Roger would make threats to kill my family and I, he would even threaten to kill my cat if we had an argument. I lost who I was, I became emotionally numb. The physical pain inflicted on me no longer hurt, the mental and emotional abuse started to become like a routine that the words he would say was as if it was scripted. I never had the courage to leave because this was my norm. I didn’t care what pain I endured, I just knew that if I left and he inflicted pain on my family that it would break me, I wanted to protect them.
By Alicia Wallace5 years ago in Criminal
Feathers
Words are like feathers, tickling at the senses. A single feather can be beautiful, but when you have many feathers connected, it becomes gorgeous. It becomes a life changing story that imprints itself upon your inner person. Stories inspire, critique, alter and save lives. Finding the perfect mix of feathers to string together into a story has always been my dream. Exploring each feather is an art within itself. The English dictionary has 273,000 words in it. It seems like I would have so many feathers to explore, but instead I am at a loss for words. I lack the ability to connect my feathers beyond a kindergarten art project.
By Celeste Wilson5 years ago in Criminal
Anna: the unexpected
It was at the beginning of spring, in the floral hills of Scandinavian lands. Every year my brother and I waited restlessly for spring to come. Picking flowers, catching butterflies, and playing in the compound of our home. Those were graceful days! If only our parents would let us go beyond the gate to play with other kids from our little town. Maybe I would have made a friend or two, someone close by to go to for comfort in times of trouble. I was never fond of those homeschool hours nor bodyguards who always walked with us everywhere. But it didn't matter anymore. Life as I knew it was over. Everything had just changed overnight. My father, my mother, and My father's lawyer, Mr. Olsen, his most trusted friend, were all gone. And my little brother was nowhere to be found.
By Anita Manir5 years ago in Criminal
