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The Mole
I’m lost and clearly in over my head. I am being held captive by the MOLESKINE brand police somewhere in the heart of Europe on charges of circulating a conspiracy theory to the public. What you are reading is the only remaining page of my little black MOLESKINE notebook which has suspiciously gone missing in recent weeks due to events that are now out of my control. For over two decades now I have been working undercover at MOLESKINE headquarters to unravel the secret behind their brand success that spans thousands of years and centuries of creative masters like Vincent Van Gogh and Pablo Picasso who are believed to be some of their highest-ranking members. And what I have found is so unbelievable, I have been paid a good deal of money by their competitors, $20,000 to be exact, to get the word out behind their sorcery and this is the only way I could think to do it under my current circumstances.
By Paul Lorence5 years ago in Criminal
Connections and Secrets
Moria and her friends were at the Club Omega, sipping drinks and talking. Benson walks into th e club looking around for some familar faces. People was mingling at the bar, some turning it up on the dance floor. Benson saw one of his friends acrossthe club. He got a drink from the bar and headed for his friend Arlyan. They greeted each other with a dap.
By Herby Bowman5 years ago in Criminal
2:23. Top Story - February 2021.
Every time I lace my running shoes, I think about Ahmaud Arbery. To summarize the Arbery case: in February 2020, two white men, Travis (34) and George (64, a retired police officer) McMichaels got into their vehicle -- Travis with his shotgun, George in the bed of the truck with a .357 Magnum -- pursued the unarmed Arbery (25) through their neighborhood, and blocked his path with their vehicle.
By Laura Presley5 years ago in Criminal
Debutante Darlings, Harlots and Debonair Charlatans
Big Les threw the best parties. At the turn of the twenties the great, vain fun of the heirs of Long Island were just these such events thrown by the poorly closeted bootlegger. Mansion, garden and ocean strolls. Sultry evenings in the summer limelight under the stars and all the money whore males drinking mock cocktails. Those who were bold enough, connected even sometimes snuck in real champagne or sparkling wine. The fanciest pimps depraved enough even brought with them their best girls.
By James B. William R. Lawrence5 years ago in Criminal
Our Blind Eye
Murder is a terrible thing. Even more so than we pretend we know. We see these stories, hear about these atrocities happening and we barely even break from our routine. It’s our blind eye. We as a society, we like to believe in Karma. Believe that when people do something bad, I mean like really bad, that their life will crash into tragedy just around the corner. We like to believe that their just desserts are always waiting for them just down the road. Maybe society is right. Maybe revenge is right there, just down the road. But some of these assholes like to fly. Some of these demons are up in the sky, avoiding these roads all together. Yet here we are, blindly staring up at the sky seeing nothing but clouds. We like to believe in karma, I’m sure some people thank us for that.
By Michael Aguilar5 years ago in Criminal
Burning
He’d been on the run for three days. At first there had been the actual running. It was tough, though, carrying the satchel. Cash was heavy, even paper money, when added to the weight of the tools he’d used. There hadn’t been as much in the safe as he’d hoped, but by the time he broke through the lock and cranked open the door, it was too late to back out. Then there’d been the problem of the alarm system. That damned thing had a battery in it! Who knew? After he’d cut the power wire he’d been a little too ambitious. Crap! So the time was short and he loaded only twenty thousand dollars into the bag, then he had to get back out of the building and over the back fence.
By William Altmann5 years ago in Criminal
A Crackheads Redemption
Another Monday morning hung over and craving. I wish I could stop that voice in my head. Always talking to me. I'm sitting up in the bed, looking at my wallet and realize that I spent the money that was meant for my oldest daughters birthday. I need to find some money and redeem myself. My kids deserve better then I am giving them. Somehow I have to make that money back. Nicole is turning 6 years old this Friday, and Renee is 4 years old. Night and day difference. Nicole is quiet and reserved, while Renee is more outgoing and a slight wild child like her mother.
By Yvette Cole5 years ago in Criminal
My Milkshake Brought the FBI to the Yard
Absolute silence is much louder than people think. It hums aggressively in the ears and wraps around your senses like a wool blanket, itchy and uncomfortable. I’m also itchy and uncomfortable as I try to avoid the piercing eyes of my best friend, Gwendolyn. Don’t let her whimsical name fool you, she’s as much Tinkerbell as a Doberman fitting into a teacup. Hah! She eyes me, unimpressed, and my smile falters. The chair creaks under my weight as I nervously shift, reaching for the damp napkin under my sweating cocktail. My drink and I have that in common at the moment, it seems.
By Aja Anderson5 years ago in Criminal
