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"Good morning my little baby". I smiled at the most beautiful face in my life, my little girls face. Her big green eyes looked at me with happiness. Her deep green eyes fascinated me every time I looked into them. Her little nose was so delicate and her pink lips so soft. To make the picture even better, her fire-red-curly-hair sparkled all over her face. She was just 5 years old of today and a pink birthday cake was already waiting for her. "Happy 5th birthday to you my darling, I wish you all the best". She put her arms around my neck and gave me a big hug and a big kiss. "Thank you mummy. Now I am a big girl", she said. "From now on I can walk home from kindergarten all by myself ". "Yes, you can" I said. I knew she was waiting for this big day for almost one year now.
By Dagmar Goeschick3 years ago in Criminal
The Things One Finds at the Bottom of a Cliff
It was a fine day for watching migrating birds, so my hubby and I made a trip to our local bird-watching site, Sage Creek promontory. We had bundled up in thick, wooly sweaters and hiking boots for our jaunt. The air was crisp and smelled like burning leaves and the sweet, rotting apples that dotted the ground in the field on the other side of the road.
By Tina D'Angelo3 years ago in Criminal
Burning Lili
Toss. Catch. Toss. Catch Her voice. Toss, catch. There’s no way, I think as I throw the baseball above my chest. I’m studying the caked, sponge-patterned paint on the ceiling, determined the memorize the terrain before the anniversary of my first full year in this room. I wonder if the kid who had this room before me learned the ceiling, too or if my methods of entertaining myself are just weird. I could read the patterns on my old ceiling like a favorite poem. My memory is good, really good, so why do I doubt what I heard? The ball connects with my hand, and I immediately toss it back into the air where it belongs.
By Bree Settle3 years ago in Criminal
Burning Lili
Aunt Rose is going to be pissed. I groan against the sunlight shining in my eyes, cursing it for not waking me up sooner. Tossing my blankets aside, I stumble to find a mostly clean pair of jeans from the floor and grab a bralette from the basket of fresh laundry Aunt Rose left by my bed yesterday. The cropped tee I slept in would have to suffice. I’m slipping on my second combat boot when my alarm plays Rhianna’s raspy voice, expressing that she’s had enough. I can’t help but agree. It’s a great song, but it may not have been the best choice in alarms for a grieving person. I hit snooze again out of habit and took the stairs two at a time.
By Bree Settle3 years ago in Criminal
Hidden Notes
It was a simple task - yet Jules felt a rush of endorphins. This chemical-induced bliss was all caused by a sleek Macbook she carried out of the office. With a delicate hold, like a baby bird that had fallen from its nest, she transported her golden ticket back to her car where she tucked it underneath her driver’s seat. It’s own vault, dark and secure.
By Jenell Riesner 3 years ago in Criminal





