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The Waggish Traveller
Albert brushed the crumbled dirt from the roots of a tree before turning to sit. The day was hot, and the shade was a welcome break from the beating sun. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and removed his derby hat to wipe the sweat from his brow. Dark curls fell to his forehead and clung to it from the moisture.
By Kelly Retz5 years ago in Criminal
Making A Murderer: He Didn't Do The Crime, But He'll Do The Time
"We can all say we will never commit a crime, but that doesn't mean you won't be accused. If that happens, you'll understand the importance of the presumption of innocence." - Jerry Buting, Defense Attorney
By Francesco Joseph 5 years ago in Criminal
Ugh! Millennials!
"This cant be right Ivan. Are you sure we're in the right place? " He looked down in his black leather notebook and then up at the sign welcoming us to the college campus. Pushing his glasses back on his nose he looked over at me in confusion. A look I didn't see from him often.
By Blue Dymond5 years ago in Criminal
Cold Case Files
Christmas Day is no longer a day of celebration for David Sheppard. Instead it is a time of reflection, of sadness, of wondering why the world is cruel, why the good die young. In David’s case this was proven when his uncle, who was more like a best friend than a relative, disappeared back in 1995. David was 14 at the time, only five years younger than his uncle Daniel Sheppard. In December 1994, Daniel was helping his nephew strip down his BMX bike. He assured David the end result would be the envy of his school mates. He was going to sandblast and powdercoat it at the place he worked and told David: “you’ll have the coolest bike in the school bike rack.
By Monique Patterson5 years ago in Criminal
Bitch Better Have My Money
“Bitch better have my money!” The familiar sound of Rhianna’s iconic voice rings out from the pocket of Nick’s dark and dirty jeans. He can simultaneously feel the vibration of his phone as he rides his old green Schwinn down the streets of California. Traffic is congested but moving steady and he knows, that if he is to make it on time he cannot risk stopping to answer then getting stuck in the dreaded rush hour traffic. Still, his stomach sinks but, hearing that ring tone always has that effect on him.
By Diseree Lee Zacher5 years ago in Criminal
Rightfully Theirs
The fire blazed from the light in the gas lamp. In fact, it exploded and sent the horses scurrying about, spooked by the blast. The cool October wind sent sparks into the air. Gaston Fellows’ buggy approached the lawyer’s office in 1896 Newark, Delaware. Somehow, the fiery show from the lamp post explosion seemed like foreshadowing to Fellows.
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Criminal
A Woman of Her Word
Philosophy is the science of understanding what makes people do things. Politics is the science of making people understand why they should do things. Blackmail is just the intersection of the two. In that way, at least Penny thought of herself as a Renaissance woman. It was the Italian High Renaissance, and her archetype was Peitro Aretino, but a Renaissance woman was a Renaissance woman, and if she was in the mould of an erudite, bisexual pornographer, so much the better. She sat back on the sofa she rescued from the curb, lit a thin, menthol cigarette, and stared at the small, leather bound journal.
By June M. Burton5 years ago in Criminal
On the Rocks
The instant Amie stepped into the shack and noticed Ronnie in the kitchen with his feet kicked up on the table, snow melting from the rims of his thick boots leaving a wet pile on the surface; her vision went red. Several hours passed since she'd seen him last. Her last look at him had been the back of his head as he sped down the road. He was blinded by the case and the money at stake.
By Emily kean5 years ago in Criminal
Storage Unit 59
He had a secret, and so did she. One had a black book, and one would live to keep a secret. Crystal chandeliers sparkled over the mammoth ballroom, a swirling mix of tuxedos and glittering designer gowns. The party dripped opulence with Washington’s powerful, greedy, and scheming politicians as piano notes rippled sedately over the conversations. The air hinted at luxurious perfume and expensive liquor.
By Stacy Whittemore5 years ago in Criminal
