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No More Missing Sister's
The barn smelled of musk and mildew. It was silent no animals residing inside except the rats that kept to the rafters. The air cold, almost stinging my skin as I sat, scared and waiting. I tried to pay attention after they took me. A left off the road I was on, traveled about 3 miles then a right. When we hit the curves and the temperature dropped is when I finally lost track of the traveling. I slipped into an unconscious state at some point no doubt from whatever they stuck into my neck earlier that night. My head ached and my heart raced as I shivered attempting to free my hands.
By Misha Alsleben5 years ago in Criminal
Skate-O-Rama!
The steady thump of the bass still pounded in his head as Nick ripped out of the parking lot. The bumper of his car scrapped across the ground as he sped onto the unlit road. His fingers rapidly tapped against the steering wheel as he glanced in the rearview mirror for headlights.
By Anna Prescott5 years ago in Criminal
The Monkey Selfie That Created A Copyright Legal Battle. Top Story - January 2021.
Copyright is the right that authors have over their literary and artistic works. You have a copyright over the stories that you write. We give attribution to photographers of the images that we use as the one above because of the right that they have over their work.
By Olivia Marlene5 years ago in Criminal
An Owl In The Road
Honestly, I hate driving to my family's house. For some reason or another I still push myself to do it every other week. Why, though? Why do I continue to push myself to go? Again, I drive down this long, entangled path that seems to go on for hours. For what reason?
By Alexandria Sams 5 years ago in Criminal
She’s The Owl
A beautiful woman is dangerous, everything about her can tie you up and take you out from the moment you see her. That was the case for old Angie Jean, a woman who stood 5ft but looked 6’3. This woman’s beauty was so vibrant her body came second. Skin like smooth silk, brown eyes the color of mahogany wood, lips plump and thick and red as ever, but her hair long blonde beautiful just like her Mother. Besides her looks Angie was a cold stone killer. It would be nice to tell a story of a woman vigilante, but this is not the case. This woman killed and she killed for fun. From town to town she pack up her things and killed every cowboy in sight. No one knew or understood why she would take those men out, no one knew her back story or where she had come from, but rest assured no one bothered Miss Angie Jean.
By Dank& Discussions5 years ago in Criminal
The Monster
His mother died on a Wednesday. Many of the town’s people came to pay their respects, but most just offered a regretful nod, or offerings of food while keeping their eyes glued to Edgar’s feet. He was “inhuman” as he’d heard them say many times. His face was twisted and revolting, and most of the time, he spoke a language that was all his own. It wasn’t that he didn’t understand their language. He was quite astute. But they never saw that side to him. Rather they shielded their children’s eyes when he’d pass on the street and whisper horrid things to each other.
By Kelly Retz5 years ago in Criminal
The Ever-Echoing Tragedy of Mr. Ahab Croesus
Mr. Ahab Croesus had accounted for all enemies but one. “Money,” says the Scripture, “is a defense,” and Mr. Croesus had plenty of it – he had inherited both his father's money and his father's ruthless genius of increasing it. He was a multinational billionaire who had among his many dreams the goal of pushing Jeff Bezos and Elon Musk right off the road in the race to be the world's first trillionaire.
By Deeann Mathews5 years ago in Criminal
