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Your number’s up
The rain was pouring down as she pushed her hip into the door of the diner and practically fell inside. It wasn’t too busy for that time of night; only about ten people were huddled inside warm and dry from the rain. She slid into the closest booth and wondered whether she’d have coffee or tea.
By Tammy Byrd5 years ago in Criminal
Do You Ever Wonder? Why?
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. I wish you could hear the sound of this. The morning groans of a 20 something year old female going through a quarter-life crisis. It’s me. I am she. Wondering is pretty much all I do these days. Questions about life and about the senselessness of our world are seemingly my oxygen. I have no time to linger in my thoughts, however. It’s an important day. Not for me but I’m sure for someone in the world. For me, it’s the same routine. So, out of bed I go and into the kitchen. Fast forwarding through the monotony of this particular Monday morning, I find my shoes clicking against the pavement. They annoy me. Then again, everything annoys me.
By Sabrina Johns5 years ago in Criminal
THE RED SUV
He says, "damn Donny what car was it meant to be." Donny replies, holding onto a black duffel bag, "a red SUV is what we are looking for." He says, "damn these duffels are heavy as hell for ten grand each." Donny replies, "shut up and stop crying, can you see the SUV yet." He says, "no I can't but there are many cars in this car park."
By Eddie Cola5 years ago in Criminal
The Little Black Book
The Little Black Book Calypso’s Dilemma By Jones Harwell The long screech and smell of diesel informed Cayla that the bus has reached the platform. Gathering her things, she waits to pay her token. Clink. Pressing down the aisle, she takes her usual seat. It was a glooming evening. The only sound was the engine humming, and the creak of the seats as the bus made its way down 91st Street. Briefly closing her eyes, she rubbed at her temples; the pounding of the migraine becoming more prominent in force as she took each breath. She removed her glasses, giving them a quick wipe before placing them back on her face. She opens her eyes again and quickly glances at her hands. The scars, unusually visible ache, adding to her discomfort and brings back an uncomfortable memory. Blinking it away, she continues to stare out at the blurred buildings in the black haze.
By Lisa Harwell5 years ago in Criminal
Twenty Thousand and the Book
“Never for the life of me would I imagine I would make it to be an old man. My life in those younger days, well… let’s just say I wasn’t all the way on the right side of the law. That’s why I’m here.” I said, getting choked up in the process.
By H. G. Ross5 years ago in Criminal
A Night At The Movies
It was September 3rd 7:59 Opening Night and the people was lined up down the block. I was so excited that we was opening with Anatomy of a Murder, it was James Stewart's newest movie. The movie also starred the beautiful Lee Remick, what a doll !
By Doug Kelley5 years ago in Criminal
The Black Notebook
The Black Notebook Creeeeaaaaak. The door swung open, and Saul Stanton and his little dog, Louie, stepped inside. The building was dark and smelled terribly. Saul dug a flashlight out of his backpack, shining it around the room. Louie took to sniffing everything, his brown and white spots flickering under the light. There were no furniture or belongings. Just some dirt and leaves on the floor.
By Hallie Calvin5 years ago in Criminal
The unusual deaths of Mary Morris and Mary Morris
For over five years, I have written about many different crimes and strange stories. This week’s story is about one of the more unusual unsolved murder cases I can remember. It involves the deaths of two different women with the same name.
By Marc Hoover5 years ago in Criminal
Face-to-face with a killer
I still remember pressing my toddler-sized hands against the window and breathing on the glass. It was October 29th, 1989, and I was less than one week away from turning four years old. I was at a dry cleaning shop with my mom in her hometown of Bay Village, Ohio, where my family had recently moved. We were living with my grandmother on Lincoln Road while our new house was under construction.
By Ashley Herzog5 years ago in Criminal
The Little Black Book
The Little Black Book Calypso’s Dilemma By Jones Harwell The long screech and smell of diesel informed Cayla that the bus has reached the platform. Gathering her things, she waits to pay her token. Clink. Pressing down the aisle, she takes her usual seat. It was a glooming evening. The only sound was the engine humming, and the creak of the seats as the bus made its way down 91st Street. Briefly closing her eyes, she rubbed at her temples; the pounding of the migraine becoming more prominent in force as she took each breath. She removed her glasses, giving them a quick wipe before placing them back on her face. She opens her eyes again and quickly glances at her hands. The scars, unusually visible ache, adding to her discomfort and brings back an uncomfortable memory. Blinking it away, she continues to stare out at the blurred buildings in the black haze.
By Lisa Harwell5 years ago in Criminal
Losing Hope!
Joy Francis stood in the crowd in shock and agony, watching and waiting for the Paramedics to remove her only child and daughter, Hope’s body from the house she has owned for three years. The mortgage has twenty-seven more years to go before her dream house would become her own. Zion, her son and only child, and Joy’s only grandchild had thirteen more years before he could get a permit to drive. Fifteen more years before he would graduate from high school and enter college. He had eighteen more years before he would become an adult. Now, he will have to do all the above without a mother and a father. She got the call from Christine, Hope’s best friend from Elementary School. Living an hour away, Joy drove as if she was fleeing from Satan and arrived at her daughter’s house in half the time.
By Annelise Lords 5 years ago in Criminal
