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When he was a small child, he was happy. Happy not being a word used here to show contentment and pleasure. No, he was much more than content and pleased. He was grateful. He was at peace and carefree; he was happy. But he is no longer that child. Just a sad creature devoid of as much serotonin and gaiety as a person could be.
By Lali Alani4 years ago in Criminal
A Couple of Outlaws
The bank teller lifts her head as I step up to the counter. There is plexiglass separating the two of us, and it looks like it hasn’t been cleaned in a while. Specks of grime and dust coat the clear material like paint splattered across a painter’s canvas. She flashes me a tight smile, showing off her yellowed, lipstick-stained teeth. Her eyes, coated in an awful blue eyeshadow, are bored and irritated.
By Westley Thompson4 years ago in Criminal
Danny
Danny He has one eye a mouth and a zipper for a nose, I named him Danny, though he wasn't always Danny. When I first met him he was a plain old brown bookbag, what I didn't know, was Danny could speak, breathe, laugh, giggle even. He scared the holy bejesus out of me the first night he called my name, “Laura,” he whispered, at first I thought I was hearing stuff, downright hallucinating when two legs protruded from the sowl of his pack. He stood straight up, reached out his hand, and waited for me to shake it. “I am Danny he said,” “I’m a magic bag and I can take you many places. All I ask in return is that you never set me on the floor.” He didn't tell me why and I didn't care to ask.
By April Chavez4 years ago in Criminal
Danny
Danny He has one eye a mouth and a zipper for a nose, I named him Danny, though he wasn't always Danny. When I first met him he was a plain old brown bookbag, what I didn't know, was Danny could speak, breathe, laugh, giggle even. He scared the holy bejesus out of me the first night he called my name, “Laura,” he whispered, at first I thought I was hearing stuff, downright hallucinating when two legs protruded from the sowl of his pack. He stood straight up, reached out his hand, and waited for me to shake it. “I am Danny he said,” “I’m a magic bag and I can take you many places. All I ask in return is that you never set me on the floor.” He didn't tell me why and I didn't care to ask.
By April Chavez4 years ago in Criminal
The Barn Owl Knows
This wasn't the first time I sat alone in the barn. Listening to the echoing hoots of the barn owl in the chilling night air. The smell of hay lingering on every breath I took. Looking up into the rafters at the feathered body perched high above, watching me like he did every night. I'd like to think that if the owl could speak, he'd have kind things to say about me. I imagine that we would go on adventures into the woods together. I could live this life my father had made for me and I could finally start to live. Maybe make a friend. But no.Not after what I've seen.
By Dustin Leslie4 years ago in Criminal
Visions of Grandeur
Ray thought he liked his neighbors…but the kids were a little noisy. When he and his family moved from Wisconsin to the small western Kansas town during the 60’s he had no neighbors. But that was fifty years ago. The little wooden shack that was established during the 60’s was the same he currently lived in. Time had taken its toll on the building, but Ray had done his best to keep the place nice. Over the years, the wooden shutters needed replaced, the door refurbished, and the roof re-shackled. The windows had never needed attention. The quality of old windows far surpassed the quality of modern glass.
By Joshua Mehl4 years ago in Criminal
Second Kill
I closed my hands around her throat and watched the light swell and swirl frantically in her eyes. She was thinking she was going to die. Fighting against me but at the same time slowly convincing herself that this was it. Her will dying out and the sheer weakness of acceptance taking over. Her muscles were tense but she wasn’t fighting me nearly as hard as I knew she could. She was just like the rest. Would cry and scream to live but in the dark recesses of their own lives they all desired to die. Her struggle grew weaker and weaker until her entire body went limp. Her arms dropped to her sides but I still held fast. I wanted to kill her, not incapacitate her. After a few moments I repositioned my hands and snapped her neck for good measure. I couldn’t take pride in what I did if I got sloppy. After she was dead I left her body lying on the kitchen floor. The old man was next. He’d probably fallen asleep waiting for her to come back up. Even so, the creak of the stairs wouldn’t disturb him much. He didn’t know she lie cold on the floor already.
By Bruce Arnold4 years ago in Criminal
The Color Black
(The beginning according to Joilah) Joilah My name is Joilah Elizabeth Johnson. There are many things that I need to tell you, but first I have to tell you about my dream. It’s the same dream all of the time, every time I close my eyes. It is not a nightmare as some may assume upon first experiencing it. Rather, it is a forecast, a glimpse into my destiny. A forewarning, a presage. How do I know that? I’m not sure, I just do.
By Jamie Dyke4 years ago in Criminal
