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About time
7pm evening news, I’m 17 now so mums always wining at me to pay attention to what’s going in the real world not just my world .I pass dad his plate and grab my own to join him in the lounge. we are in between renovating the dining room so we eat in here for now. “1 body found 3 still missing 20 thousand dollar reward for any information leading to an arrest” not paying much mind to the news I clear my plate and head to clean the kitchen and get ready for bed, I have to help dad knock out the bricks in the morning so I’m in for an early night.
By Nikita Owens 5 years ago in Criminal
Skipping School Was A Bad Idea
Finn stood in the men's restroom of Crestwood High. He had bruises on his face and had already started to swell. Hell, his nose was bleeding too. He could barely see out of his right eye, and the burning tears that streamed out only made the swelling worse. He was a small guy as it is, so there was really no chance in him winning that fight. He had been anticipating this fight with Darrel for a while but he didn't think it would really happen. Darrell and a few of his friends had caught him on the way to the library between classes and jumped him in a janitorial closet. He was too scared to tell anybody since the school was pretty corrupted anyway. Who would believe him? He sniffled softly as he dabbed wet 1-ply tissue on his face to try to combat the swelling, gazing in the mirror. He started to sob at the image in the glass and hung over the sink, his aching back and shoulders flinching from his sniffles and sob. Tears and blood dripped into the sink. He was physically and emotionally hurt. It would be even worse if someone came in but he really had nowhere else to go for privacy.
By Wiggly Pancake5 years ago in Criminal
The Book!
She sat in the dark alley, her tears blending with the pouring rain. People walked past her, pulling up their collars, or turning their heads away from the pelting drops. No one noticed the petite girl with the sad eyes sitting beside the dumpster. That was until the black limo stopped in front of her. The window cracked and smoke billowed out. “Get in.” A deep husky voice commanded. This was the icing on the cake, she thought as she stood up. Her wet hair was plastered to her forehead and neck. Her hoodie had provided very little protection and now was just heavy from the water. The door opened and without another moment, she slipped in. A burly man with a black goatee and a charcoal suit sat across from her. He didn’t say anything, just made a small gesture which signaled the driver to go.
By K. E. Thomas5 years ago in Criminal
Released from jail into a world of Pandemia... part 4
So Part 3 I was telling you about how Olivia and I were separated in January 2020. She was still nursing and only 4 and a half months old. Illegal eviction led to me being arrested for a warrant which I was scheduled to meet with the Downtown Austin Community Court about on the upcoming Monday. The police arrested me and witnessed my verbal consent to place my daughter with my biological brother until I got out of jail. I know they planned to let the landlord call crime stopper on me and my husband so that they would not have to take us home with them. My brothers wife then of course not being able to have another baby herself and having just bonded with Olivia on our last trip to La Vernia of course was not going to take my husband home with them. She called crime stopper on him. So we are both arrested Jan. 30th, 2020.
By Rachel (Rage) Schuyler5 years ago in Criminal
Root of Inheritance
‘All empires are created of blood and fire.’ Let me expound with a story about a nine-year-old boy who was walking home with two little girls from school. As they were walking through their neighborhood, the children heard gunshots. Instinctually, they stopped in their tracks and ducked close to a black sedan in front of their apartment building. Seconds after, a sweltering man scurried from behind the building waving a gun in his hand. The man saw the three children laying low, so he ran towards them.
By Kimberly D. Dantica5 years ago in Criminal
Lucky Penny
Fifty years prior, give or take a week or two, when the town maintenance crew laid down the new sidewalk, there had been a movement sponsored by the local Rotary Club to plant 1,000 new trees in the community. This attempt at civic beautification was meant to serve dual purposes – revitalize the town after a period of economic and emotional downturn in the 1960’s due to a disproportionately high number of young local casualties of the foreign war in Vietnam, and allow the local Rotary Club to fulfil their nationally mandated service project for fiscal year 1971. With little to argue against, the town council passed the measure 7-0 and 1,000 oak saplings were introduced to bare patches of dirt all around the town, each sapling unaware of their ordained roles as saviors of the recovering township.
By Adam H. Johnson 5 years ago in Criminal
The treasure book
I started to run for my life, when they started to shot at us in the building. I knew this was not going to be easy with other parties looking for the same treasure as us. "Run!" yelled Corey to the others in the group. Half the party ran upstairs and the other half us ran down the hallway. Then as I ran down the hall, I trip and the little black book slide out of my hand and hit the wall. I saw someone by the wall with a a gun, so I rolled into the open door to get away. "Corey, are you all right?" Yelled Jennifer. But before I get to far ahead of myself in this story, let me take you back to the began when this all started.
By Crazy Heart5 years ago in Criminal
Overtime Is Overrated
Now, I ain't never told a story before, not sat down and scribbled one on paper anyhow. Comin' up in 1960s Mississippi didn't lend much thinking to anything but keeping my black hide on my black ass. There's some hateful people down there back then. That's why I come up here in '75 to find work. Well, that and chasing this big-legged caramel-colored gal kept runnin' 'round my brains and causing a ruckus in my draws. But that's a whole 'nother ordeal right there.
By Andre Bacon5 years ago in Criminal
