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Black Leather Magic.
Beep, beep, beep— Is that the alarm clock? It’s already time to get up? Pushing my eyelids open, blinking constantly to diminish the blur of deep sleep. I look to my left as my alarm clock is doing its musical number of time to get out of bed, Kevin. Same daily routine. I make my way downstairs to the kitchen and can smell the aroma of pancakes and syrup. I bet Rosita is making an amazing breakfast. Walking into the kitchen and in an instant— I’m invisible. Mom’s telling Rosita all the things she wants her to do today. Dad’s on the phone cursing up a storm about a deadline. I feel my heart beating out of my chest with all of the commotion, I head to the garage to grab my bike. Time to get out of here and get to school.
By Maha Salman5 years ago in Criminal
Average Joe Turn Drug Dealer
‘’OMG it’s $20,000!!!’’ he screamed in disbelief. ‘’Quickly hide this before mum comes! you know her she will over-react like always!!! and you better keep your mouth shut missy she does not need to know this’’ he said to Susan giving her a shoe box with quite a lot of $100 bills he had gotten out of his jacket pocket earlier and had been counting.
By Usama Javed5 years ago in Criminal
Bulldog Chronicles
Some days I wonder about the celestial events that bring us all together. The things beyond the monetary value of existence. Lone rover landing on Mars. Acquisition of objects that without memory mean nothing. The shells of old love collected on the beach, which now serve as ashtrays. Or the juggling balls gifted for Christmas; which you never learned to juggle, but cherish because grandma remembered you always wanted to be in the circus.
By Calla Kennedy5 years ago in Criminal
Lady luck and the cash
Angela had been living the dream, the rural nightmare of snakes in the house, pythons with their heads down the loo and drapped across the cistern, bats flying through and roosting in her bedroom when she thought a couple of days in the city would help. A week of concrete and exhaust fumes, trains, buses, people pushing against each other as they make their way from their home boxes to work boxes to exchange labor for money to sit and sleep in concrete boxes always refreshed her and rebooted her love for nature and her peaceful and productive life as an artist.
By Lindy Collins5 years ago in Criminal
Renumeration
This is it. You're outta luck. Outta luck and outta time. The sudden, stifling journey in the boot of an unknown vehicle all but promised you that. You search, frantic for evidence contradicting your guilt, but it's no use. You know. They know. Pretty much the entire town knows. Something has been amiss over the previous week. The air of the room in which you sit has a dreadful smell. A dampness that tickles the throat and behind that, something sinister.
By Crispin Case-Leng5 years ago in Criminal
Memoirs Of A Paperboy
One second can change your life forever. My one second came when I was just 16 years old. Until now, I have never talked about what happened on the summer day that changed my life. Which set me down the path that brought me to where I am today.
By Edward Anderson5 years ago in Criminal
The Fast Track
“The best samosas in Queens!” His eyes twinkled like the oily sheen on the pastries. “Hot and fresh!” I believed him. Wisps of steam fogged up the glass display case. On any other day, I would have scarfed up enough to make me sick. But today, I was already nauseous.
By Sudipta Quabili5 years ago in Criminal
The Woman Who Got Out: Mission Impossible
"You sent Jacob for my daughter," Ava said with a stern face. "I-I didn't know she was your daughter. I'm sorry please don't hurt me!" He replied. Ava turned to her duffle bag and pulled out a sharp machete. She walked up to him and cut off his head. The two bodyguards that had been at the door started to walk her way. She grabbed another sharp machete from her bag and ran to them. As it touched their necks she slid the blade straight through their throats. Their heads and bodies clatter to the ground and bleed out creating a sea of blood. She spots a safe in the room where she decapitated the boss, and she goes to look inside. She didn't have the code, so she took her machetes and cut it open. The safe door flew open and inside were pictures of her father and mother. Taken from public places they had been. She walked out of that room and back down the stairs taking her machetes in hand, she decapitated the people there. One by one, by one, by one. After she made sure everyone there was left headless, she grabbed her things and left.
By Rebeca Feier5 years ago in Criminal
Heisted
“And there goes another woman,” Charley said from the passenger seat, “look at her too. That dress.” He let out a whistle. Errol didn’t look. He simply flipped the pages of his black book, each page turn flashing drawings of the interior of the building before them. Bank codes. Account numbers. Delivery truck routes. Personal information on each employee. Until he finally reached the page where he marked how many people come to this particular bank on Tuesday mornings before 10am. He added a tally mark to the “women” column.
By Harrison Sissel 5 years ago in Criminal
Witness List
Tessa Ryan quickly locked the front door of her empty home as she stood in her foyer soaking wet, out of breath and covered in blood. Her heart beat wildly in her chest as panic and dread filled her body. All the lights were off but the open living room and kitchen illuminated in bright baths of thunderous light as the sheets of rain battered down around her small home on Poinsettia Avenue. It was nearing eleven-o-clock and thankfully for her, her husband and two small kids were out of town for the weekend on a camping trip giving her much needed time to get rid of the evidence and put her plan into action.
By K.H. Obergfoll5 years ago in Criminal
