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Ruined
The icy gusts of wind made her tremble uncontrollably. Miriam drew her beanie down over her ears and tried to rub the ache away. She longed to just be at home – with her homemade pumpkin soup, her knitting, her books, her cat Tiggy and her cheap heater she could barely afford to run. She waited at the bus stop – a solitary figure – and tilted her head to the menacing, grey sky to try to blow smoke rings with the condensation of her breath. I wonder if babies conceived out of love grow up to be happier, more prosperous adults than babies borne from a one night stand… How could we obtain the empirical data for this research? Would the study group…? She shook the musings from her head and slumped.
By Kerrie-Chelle Webster5 years ago in Criminal
A True McEvoy
The old house is draughty without the old man around, ordering maids to clean faster or for me to stand taller. So I sit outside on the green hill, feeling the sea breeze brush against me and the sun warm my face. I gaze over the estate with it’s tennis courts and balconies, neatly cut hedges and blue tiled swimming pool. That will be mine and so will the rest of the money once I do what must be done. It will be mine, not hers.
By Maia Lafferty5 years ago in Criminal
To Save or To Steal
Hungry. I felt hungry. But not for a cheeseburger or pasta salad. I felt hungry for something more. Something more in this dull world that could be mine. I wanted to earn something, to be daring, to do something people only dream about. I was craving adrenaline. After this boring routine, it felt almost as necessary as sleep, even more so, like a release.
By Miranda Bowron5 years ago in Criminal
"The Little Black Book of Betrayal"
It was 11pm, I had just laid down on my bed after an exhausting day of work and food preparation. My phone began to ring. I glanced at my cell phone that was placed on my nightstand and saw it was Star calling me again! I was drained from her constant venting about her messy marriage, I needed a break so I deliberately ignore her call. Suddenly, I hear banging on my door, with her voice saying, “Brittney open the door, I need to speak to you now!” I get up from my bed and open the door. Immediately after opening the door I notice the frantic look on her face. Startled I yell out “Star, What is going on?” she quickly enters my apartment and shuts the door. “Brittney, I have just learned of something horrendous; you are the only one I can trust!”
By Brenda Alvarado5 years ago in Criminal
The Budding Flower and the Withered Rose
In her last days I used to stand at the threshold to my mother’s room and watch her, so small under the blankets. She was always staring out the windows, looking past the droplets of water that slid down the glass and out at her rose bushes. Those flowers had been her every joy and pleasure; she would bury herself in the colours and scents whenever life troubled her. She would watch them grow as the tumour grew within her. I think she was contemplating what was to come next; what would happen? Where would she go? I never cried, which was maybe not so good, not even when one morning she didn’t wake up. There was an excruciating hollow pain inside of me like something was missing. I’d cared for her as best I could and that’s why it hurt so much when she died. My best wasn’t enough.
By Jarrah Behrmann5 years ago in Criminal
The Baby Cradle
Georgia wakes up in the middle of the night. A cloud of smoke wafts in through the open window, ominously. As Georgia checks to see where it’s coming from, she hears the sounds of the neighbours singing songs and dancing on tables, their fireplace roaring. She stretches her body across the bed to close the window, comforted now. Her lumpy pregnant belly presses into her husband, Robert’s sleepy face. He wakes a little and rolls over. “Hello… What up?” he says in a husky voice, “Nothing”, says Georgia. “There was smoke. It’s the neighbours. It’s okay baby, go back to sleep.” He groans: “Bloody neighbours.”
By Miranda Aitken5 years ago in Criminal
CTE Leads to Murder- Aaron Hernandez Spotlight
My 6 year old son Keller asked me today if he could play football like the character I dressed him up as for “hero day” to present to the class. The unmistakable 12 on the back of his too large jersey that he wears it with such joy. Now, I already know that Keller will not get a lot of compliments on his hero choice because this is not New England and people hate winners. #SorryNotSorry. Stop. He didn’t cheat. Shhh. But seriously, the Patriots have been no stranger to scandal; the G.O.A.T and even Bellechick facing scrutiny for cheating and hookers. However, the biggest scandal of the Patriot’s is the NFL prodigy that turned stone-cold killer and then killed himself in a Florida penitentiary almost 3 years on June 17, 2013, after being arrested and charged in connection with the shooting death of Odin Lloyd; a semi-professional football player that was with the all-star at a strip club in Miami Florida the night he was killed close to Hernandez’s sprawling mansion. I heard that Odin was actually the boyfriend of Hernandez’s fiancé’s family member, I don’t know if that was confirmed or not. Although he hadn’t even had time to get booked in before Bellechic was Donald Trump in the '90s and publicly fired him within like 2 hours I think. Pretty much every New England Patriots was devastated. I mean, he and Brady were heading to the Super Bowl that upcoming season. He had just signed a 40 million dollar contract extension, the largest NFL payout yet. While the jury trial prepared the Pats fans were all in mourning. It was almost that same feeling as when Michael Jackson was arrested in the '90s. Was he guilty? No, that’s impossible.
By The Good Wives Guide to True Crime5 years ago in Criminal
