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The 3 Most Wanted
My name is Meg. I am 23 locked up in a county jail for women in California for the rest of my life. Every day is a blur to me but yet so clear to re-live in my head everyday as to why I’m here. I can still hear the screaming for help. I can hear the click of the gun and smell the smoke debris from the gun and it’s fresh. Last summer was supposed to be the summer of all summers. My best friend Mya came all the way from Atlanta. I haven’t seen her for years prior to last summer. That was my right hand man. But time can deceive the people you thought were someone else. To me she still was.. even after what happened. It’s 3 of us. Me, Mya, and Trish. Trish is short for Trisha. Trisha was always the one girl who looked at life as a party every single day. But as for Trisha she disappeared after high school. Maybe changed her life and wanted to not know us anymore. I can’t help but laugh thinking about the time I first tried Hennessy. The face I made when I coughed from the disgusting taste. The smiles that spread across Trish and mya’s face in awe that I finally tried something they thought I was too innocent to try. Yea. I can’t believe I’m here. I had straight A’s and a job at my college. What happened? Let’s go back to June 28th, 2020.
By cherriale quick4 years ago in Criminal
Made by the USA
I crossed the snow-covered street with cautious steps. Slick reflective patches of ice tempted my balance, as the wind blustered against me, but the treads of my boots held. I counted three cars and a truck parked in front of the Crossroads Tavern. It seemed like a quiet night for what I assumed was an otherwise busy establishment.
By Devan Douwes4 years ago in Criminal
Bailey!
The train is small, so even if we wouldn’t have been eloped we’d still have to sit together. I offered him the window seat and I did it, not because I was trying to be nice, but mainly just so that no one gets suspicious with the level of hyperventilation coming from him. I really tried my hardest to keep Miles calm because he seemed on the verge of a panic attack, but the fact that he didn’t take anything I said seriously didn’t help. I tell him to face the window and to focus on the view of the coast rather than what we just did. Surprisingly, he listened to me and was visibly calming down by the minute. He fell asleep shortly and I remained all alone with the thoughts of our uncalculated journey. Where are we gonna go? What are we gonna do? How are we gonna earn a living?
By Mariia Smerdova4 years ago in Criminal
A Plea of Forgiveness
The bells of the café clatter together as you open the door. You hear a lot of cheerful good mornings and a “welcome in”. The smell of roasted coffee fills your nose and you hear your stomach growl. The atmosphere of the coffee shop is quiet, but the continuous sound of typing, the grinding of coffee and milk being steamed engulfs the shop. People are listening to music and are too busy on their computers or phones, sipping on their Frappuccino’s or Americanos to mind any attention to you.
By J. W. Burchfield4 years ago in Criminal
The Cleansing Fire
Tracey Hartmann was walking through Royal Victoria Park looking with a slight resentment as the happy young couples that walked past her. She soon felt someone tap her on the shoulder, and turned round. She was met with an aged man that was full of sprightly joy and wearing a smart suit with a tartan necktie.
By John Gordon4 years ago in Criminal
The Stalker
Lurking in the bushes nearby, I sensed eyes on me, dark barren eyes like empty barrels. The chill down my back, prickled with instinct. Here we go again, I thought, going into fight or flight mode, that was more just a flight mode, because there was no way I was going to try fight this.
By Rebecca Malins4 years ago in Criminal
A Beautiful Life
He walked through the woods on a crisp autumn day. The dried leaves crunched with each step under his large boots as he departed from the wood. His sheathed blade dangled from his hip and danced with each subsequent step. Each breathe could be seen in the air as a fine mist was expelled from his mouth as he trekked away through the muddy ground. Finally, he reached his rusty, worse for wear, and weather-beaten red truck. He gazed around without the sight of a single soul. He paused for a moment before unlocking the door as he took the instant in with a smile on his face as he glanced back from where he emerged from the wood. He entered his vehicle and proceeded to drive away. The sun could be seen setting in the distance with an array of expressive colors as he made his way to the main road.
By Connor Stermer4 years ago in Criminal
The Man Who Held the Sun
Present Year / August 14th / 7:32 AM Aster woke up that morning feeling a dread deep inside the pit of his stomach. He’s always had good intuition, and based on the feeling he woke up with, he knew today was not going to be a good day at all. He wondered, as he changed, if perhaps one of his father’s employees was planning to quit again. That would mean the man would be one angry guy, and silent meals with the CEO of the company would be something to dread.
By Caless Red4 years ago in Criminal
