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The Heart Don't Talk
There was five of them in total. They didn't know one another. But someone knew all of them. And that someone wanted them gone. I had already completed my mission with 4. I made it quick for them. I always try to make it quick. No pain. Instant.
By Taurus Jane5 years ago in Criminal
Old Endings and New Beginnings
The sound of the rain pouring on the roof would normally have me far gone into a dream, far from my own reality. Through right now thoughts swirled around my head faster than I can process them. I looked around the apartment, nothing was left, not even glimmer of the life that sustained me for 6 years. There was no hint of where he went, or why. I could admit that our relationship was more convenience than anything, but it was each other that ensured we would survive.
By Danielle Drescher5 years ago in Criminal
The Little Black Book
The Little Black Book They were best friends. They never were without the other which is why it was quite devastating for Ronnie when Beam left Oakland California to live with his pops in Sacramento. Ronnie was lost for the first couple of weeks. He lost him homie.
By Mario Dantae5 years ago in Criminal
Monsters are Real
I woke up Saturday morning to a quiet house. I love Saturday’s because it means cartoons. Super Friends and Speed Racer and so many others. I don’t know what time it was, but I was too excited to go back to sleep. I lay still for a second, listening for any sounds. There were none, but I didn’t expect to hear anything. As quietly as I could, I crept to the bedroom door. Gently turning the knob, I open the door, and lightly close it behind me, making sure to turn the knob closed instead of letting it “klatch” shut.
By Jack St. Clair5 years ago in Criminal
Iron Fists and Silent Cries
Hoboken, New Jersey (1971) Mildred saw the rain splattering and pouring down her bedroom windowpane. She desperately tried to stay busy by keeping track of the direction the raindrops took once they landed on her window. Some seemed to rapidly trickle down without straying in the slightest, others collided with existing raindrops and made their way to the very bottom; however, the ones that always had her undivided attention were those that (in her mind) seemed to make their way down as if they were attempting to win some sort of race.
By Amanda Rae Rodriguez5 years ago in Criminal
Lost.
CHAPTER I As my tongue touches the roof of my mouth, the overwhelming anxiety instantly consumes me. I no longer taste the heinous morning breath that usually plagues me until I slaughter it in its tracks by way of Listerine liquid. I taste asbestos, saw dust, and stale air. I open my tired, bloodshot eyes, and gaze upon the sanguine wall in front of me.
By Shawn Mitchell5 years ago in Criminal
Fifteen Years of Letters
Such is the persistence of pen pals, Eliza had written Jonathon every day for 15 years, and every day, he had written back, barring some obstructions that had crossed their path, the broken-down car, the hospitalization, the week that her mother had died. It had become part of a ritual so deeply embedded in her day that no day seemed quite complete without sending one missive across the water, knowing that its echo would return to her later in the day.
By Rita Valkerry5 years ago in Criminal
