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Confessions of a notebook owner
“This is too good to be true”, she thought to herself, “There must be a catch” She looked again at the special wrapper on the cover of the little black notebook she had picked up in the book shop and it definitely said that you could win $20,000 in a writing competition. All you had to do was write a short story about someone suddenly getting that amount of money. It seemed simple enough and there was so much she could do with that money but what was the point? She never won competitions.
By jacqueline mitchell5 years ago in Criminal
Victims Of Crime Earn Up To 12.9 Percent Less
It has been revealed that victims of crime earn an estimated 12.9 percent less in the aftermath of the incidents they were subjected to. This means that they become more reliant on the state and social security benefits. These findings come as a result of new research conducted by the University of Cologne and the VU Amsterdam.
By Ashish Prabhu5 years ago in Criminal
Cursed Little Black Book
This has been the worst damn week of my life! Matter of fact, it has been the worst month ever. And all because of that damn little black book. It all started when I helped my friend clear out this old house, she had been wanting to remodel. You see this house was old and creepy, and I didn't have a really good feeling about it but I helped her anyway. Pulling up to this house was like something out of a nightmare or Freddy Krueger. I was half expecting to find a boiler room in the basement when we went down there to get all that stuff out of there. Thank God there wasn't one, or I'm pretty sure I would have run screaming.
By April Hoisington5 years ago in Criminal
Memories of Moscow
I was walking back to my apartment from the metro. I’d spent the weekend in St. Peterburg, trying to make the most of my time in Russia while I worked to adopt my cover as a student. Pretending to be a tourist is an easy cover to maintain when you actually enjoy being there.
By Shayne French5 years ago in Criminal
Wales Grim
There are two of us now. It used to be four. Four cots, four inmates. There are only two now. Me, and a city boy named Frank. The others, whose names I forget, were taken weeks ago. I'd only just arrived here on the island when they were escorted out of the cell, one after the other.
By Joachim Mizrahi 5 years ago in Criminal
Little Black Book
I went through my lockbox doing a tally on how much I had saved. My mom and her boyfriend were fighting in the next room about something trivial, I’m sure. I returned to counting and was pleased to know by my next paycheck I will have enough money to leave this living hell.
By Nicole Brooker 5 years ago in Criminal
Oregon's Bloody Trail
The case of Charity Lamb was the first of its kind in the Oregon territory. She made history not only for the brutal way in which she murdered her husband, but it is the earliest recorded case of domestic abuse being used as a defense. Insanity was later added to the defense, reminding everyone involved that no sane person could have been so vicious to another.
By Phoenixx Fyre Dean5 years ago in Criminal
Favourite Notebook
The restaurant is busy. It’s lunch time. People are starting to go out again. There are as many people as there can be in this tiny place. Masks are worn but it’s permitted to take them off when you sit down. The tables are generously spaced apart. The waiters all wear double face coverings and place your food items using a long reach. I am used to it all now: masks, wearing big coats so the restaurants can leave the doors and windows open. When I do go out, I like sitting outside under a heat lamp.
By Dianne Carruthers Wood5 years ago in Criminal
Wednesday
Kylie, an avid coffee drinker, was up bright and early as usual to prepare her first cup of joe. With raving thoughts about the day ahead of her, she becomes preoccupied in her trance, burning her wrist on the plate of the coffee maker. "What the?", Kylie screams. Looking at her red, swelling right hand, she fights back tears from the pain. The stinging of the injury brought Kylie back to 7:20 AM of the Wednesday morning she had left behind for the deep daydream. Running to the medicine cabinet in her oversized bathroom for supplies to treat her burn, Kylie trips over her work bag. “Am I going to get out the door in one piece?" Using her left hand to pick up the items that had fallen onto the hardwood floor of her luxurious apartment, she stops abruptly. She notices a black notebook that she had never seen before that day and began to drift away in a sea of possibilities of how it ended up in her satchel-style bag. With her right hand still throbbing, she grabs the notebook and continues through the hallway where her bathroom is located. Clinching onto the notebook as if it were her most prized possession, she carefully used her injured hand to gather her first aid kit and headed towards the yellow chaise lounge chair at the foot of her bed.
By Latoya Thomas5 years ago in Criminal
An Disgruntled Writer
Paris of the present day was much changed; it had lost all touch with the magic of the Lost Generation. Either that or the charms Hemingway, Fitzgerald and Porter musingly reported of had never existed. She had been a fickle, unprofitable muse for his days - the City of Lights, its avenues, sights and even French belles blended into the background cacophony of a dilettante's neurosis. The money was spent. Writing had not gone. Time, labour were proven fruitless.
By James B. William R. Lawrence5 years ago in Criminal
