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Brother Pulled The Trigger.
Daniel Gibbs is sweating. It makes it hard to keep a firm grip on the snub-nosed revolver that he bought recently for a cheap price. So he switches it from his clammy right hand to his clammy left hand, all the while pointing it at Gemma. Her soft, thin and pale hands, not pale anymore, are tied to a wooden chair.
By Rajaroy Joseph Alphonse5 years ago in Criminal
For your next date with a serial killer
As far as dates go, I’d say that my last one almost bored me to death. I wore my favorite yellow sundress with a draping lacy neckline — sexy, but sweet — perfect for my date on a summer’s day in San Francisco. And we all know a summer’s day here was truly a day drenching with fog.
By Jessie Wright5 years ago in Criminal
Startling Discoveries at the Basteel Mansion
Talia twisted the key from one side to the next, but the lock wouldn't budge. "What the hell?" she grumbled. In her hand was a massive ring of keys from her uncle's attorney. She was sure this was the right key. She turned the key again, but the lock wouldn't move. As Talia dug through the massive keyring once more, she noticed an elderly woman peering through the window of a run-down building across the street. "Nosey old bat," she muttered as she continued looking for a key to open the door.
By Rose Fields5 years ago in Criminal
Live to Kill Another Day
While I imagine policing is much different than it appears on television, the interrogation room is exactly as one would expect. Drab white walls, a large one-way mirror, and a simple table-and-four-chair set up in the center of the room. An analog clock, which reads 10:03 p.m., makes the only sound in the room as it ticks forward slowly. I sit opposite the one-way mirror, finding it hard to stop staring at it. My lawyer, Davis Elm, sits next to me, a stark contrast to my anxious, knee bouncing demeanor. He sits straight backed, expensive suit without a wrinkle at this late hour, confidence pouring from his pores.
By Adrienne Rome5 years ago in Criminal
Sandra's Secret
Sandra’s Secret Sandra entered the bookstore, dragging a leg. The bell door jingled, leaving an echo that reminded of the merry-go-round of her childhood when she was going with Andra, her twin sister, to the State Fair. She smiled when greeted by the girl behind the counter and walked stumbling to the room in the back, the one with antiques.
By Cristian Carstoiu5 years ago in Criminal
Number Eighteen
"Hawaii?!" Kathryn said in a half yell. Her hands cupped her latte on either side. Steam rose from the hot drink into the cool autumn air and curled around her face, framing eyes that seemed like they might leap out of her head onto the table below. "Oh Kins, that's amazing! And they're paying for the whole thing? Oh, you're going to have such a great time I'm sure of it."
By Patrick Lee Derry5 years ago in Criminal
The black book
The newspaper reporter was young. So young that her father would tease her that she still had baby fat. The black book came to her in her New York office from a Hungarian immigrant. He said his daughter had "died like a dog" and he wasn't exaggerating. The young prostitute was taken to a rural backwoods road by... someone. Struck by a car and killed, hopefully instantly.
By Erika Stutzman Deakin5 years ago in Criminal
The Plan
The Plan Rémy saw the rather large package stuck halfway into the mailbox. He tried to extract it, but the outer brown paper was ripped. He pressed the contents slightly and felt rigidity. He noticed there was no return address. Only his name and address, written by hand. By hand? That’s odd, he thought, before realizing that in fact, he knew the handwriting.
By Dominic Cerga5 years ago in Criminal
The Driver
Bill was not massively against the idea of dying. I mean, it’s not the best thing that can happen on a Thursday morning, but it’s not the most hideous idea in the world. As an atheist, he always thought the idea sounded kind of peaceful, you know? No more nagging mothers, no more accidentally touching something icky when you’re washing the dishes, no more walking into the changing rooms of the clothing store you work out at the end of the day to find out that another goddamn person seems to have mixed up the goddamn changing rooms and the goddamn toilets.
By Abby Probyn5 years ago in Criminal
The plan
Rémy saw the rather large package stuck halfway into the mailbox. He tried to extract it, but the outer brown paper was ripped. He pressed the contents slightly and felt rigidity. He noticed there was no return address. Only his name and address, written by hand. By hand? That’s odd, he thought, before realizing that in fact, he knew the handwriting.
By Dominic Cerga5 years ago in Criminal
Blood Wine
"It is going to be okay. You can do this.” Jess thought to herself. She looked across the kitchen at her new boyfriend. He was cooking dinner for them. She took a minute to take him in. He was tall, tan, and muscular. Everything she had wanted in a partner.
By Alana Rister5 years ago in Criminal
