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Date Gone Wrong
My heartbeat raced wildly nearly exploding. How did I get myself into this situation? It was a date. A simple stupid date. I know my friends warned me of what could happen when online dating in New York, but none of it was supposed to happen to me. I gripped my hands together and my knuckles were turning white and my whole body was shaking. My mouth was taped over all I could do was breathe through my nose. I just have to wait for him to leave and then I can get myself out of this situation. I watched youtube videos of how kidnapped girls get themselves out of situations like this. My cellphone was still in my pocket and they still have not taken it away. Someone has to know I am in the bad part of New York. My sister was often following my steps and my whereabouts, she should know that I usually don't hang out in back alleys and dark basements. This was not my ideal situation. "Okay, I am off. You stay here," he said and he went upstairs they creaked as he proceeded outside of the basement and he shut the door and left me in the dark, cold basement tied up against the wall. He was gone finally. I reached for my shoelaces and tied them together tightly, I could hear my own breathing as I did so. I started to rub the tape of my hands against the laces. I moved quickly, back and forth, back and forth I told myself as I continued to rub the tape and laces against each other. The tape was starting to fray. I breathed as much as I could through my mouth trying to get the tape off of my mouth. The tape started to loosen. I heard footsteps and panic had filled me the hairs on the back of my neck rose. I could feel the temperature of my face rise, sweat started to drip down my forehead. The tape finally ripped.
By Ada Zuba4 years ago in Criminal
Loose Ends
BLAM. The still night was shattered by the noise of a round going off. The darkness that had shrouded him was lit up by the muzzle flash.
By Jacob Lane4 years ago in Criminal
The Red Haired Girl
“I feel cold and desolate.” She says in a hushed tone. Around her chilled body, there’s nothing but fog whirling throughout the air, and patches of crispy grass beneath her bare feet. Her nostrils are so frozen, her sense of smell has completely vanished.
By Diamond Holley4 years ago in Criminal
The Day My Brother Died
I parked on Main Street, a block from my office, convinced this was the last day of my life. The reality struck me unbidden, pure and true. I only had to make the walk to my office to square the prophecy, complete the premonition.
By Conrad Ilesia4 years ago in Criminal
Sunk
After a messy split with my live-in girlfriend of five years, I decided to treat myself to a solo camping trip. I loaded up my 2002 Mitsubishi Gallant with some clothes, my kayak, a tent, and my cooler and made the 30 minute drive to the state park. Temperatures in Northeastern Pennsylvania sometimes drop to below 30 degrees Fahrenheit in October, which is hardly ideal camping weather for most people, but perfect for me. The fewer people to suffer through contact with the better.
By Kelly McIlwee4 years ago in Criminal
Roxbury Pond
Here lies a small town with big secrets. A place where kids grew up skipping rocks into the famous Roxbury Pond. A united community, where wealthy families lived, where the police are called when a cat is stuck in a tree. Everyone knew each other. A virtual Utopia of their own, so they thought, until the first incident that would rock this community to its core. It was here at this famous pond in Roxbury Michigan, where six young children were last seen playing.
By Vincent P Brantley4 years ago in Criminal
The Murder In The Rio Hotel Room
The room was what you could expect of a hotel where all the people how slept in the rooms had loads of money stored away, the room was almost the size of a small London flat and had a king-sized bed that before the murder was probably made nicely with the dark sheets a cream. Now they were laced with splattered blood and two bodies, a young girl with black curly hair in a button-up shirt and her partner just newly married as this had been their honeymoon sweet or that’s what the hotel owner had told him. He stood in front of a painting of a young woman with curly dirty blonde hair. Although it was painted all in color, the style of clothing the woman was wearing was roaring 20’s fashion. There was a bright-colored scarlet Macaw on her shoulder, as her hands lay in her lap of her crossed legs a feather fan and thin smoking pi what know would just be cigarette or vape.
By Victorian Black 4 years ago in Criminal
Gallows Eve Mantra:
Apparently, there were no other ways to rearrange the alphabet. He couldn’t help but be a latch key kid that summer night. Melissa thought they were babies having a bonfire and so rapidly she got burned. He smelled like cigarette stains on animal fur. He was passively obsessive, she a bit more overt. She used to think she saw God in rainbows, but that night she wished it not to rain. We seek sunshine and end up with less. It’s quite a dichotomy, the sons and the rain. She picked seashells alone remembering to be cautious with each step for fear of what she might drag with her along the way.
By Danielle Urciullo4 years ago in Criminal
A Dead Man's Legacy
Since he walked in on that hot, humid summer day in July, he’s never even smiled at me once. His name was Paul, and he was a childhood friend of sorts. He just showed up at the bar one day and he’s been a regular ever since. When we were kids, we used to hang out together all the time. We were neighbors so he would often be at my house, or I’d be at his. For the longest time, we were even best friends, but you know how life goes. People grow apart; they’re here one day, gone the next. I tried to ask about him but I never got an answer. So, I moved on. What else could I do? It had been about 12 years since I last seen him. I felt as though it was faith that brought him here. It’s funny how even though I recognized him, I really didn’t at the same time. He was always handsome; I was glad that didn’t change. Age had made me wrinkled and bitter. There were a few new wrinkles on his face too, but Father Time only moves forward? He was more muscular now, but now he walked with an authority he never had before. Stepping on the Earth as if he despised her. Before, he would glide across the ground. Now, he had powerful, robotic strides and angry, forceful steps. It was his demeanor which troubled me most. It was as if he woke up with the weight of the heavens on his big, broad shoulders. Consequently, they were slumped over like a retired boxer. He never smiled. Not when the drunkards fought, not when the karaoke was unbearable, not when women would flirt with him. He was icy. I wanted to know why.
By Maco4 years ago in Criminal
The Assassin
The Assassin by: Dennis R. Humphreys Louis Montaigne was a killer...a cold blooded, precalculating killer for hire. For twenty years he was employed by a wealthy industriaslist who had him dispose of problems and people that interferred with his business, and that included politicians.
By Dennis Humphreys4 years ago in Criminal
The Comfort of the Doomed
It's funny that death is so easy. There one second and gone the next. You'd think that a rich, full life wouldn't snuff out as quickly as it does.
By lucyjb4 years ago in Criminal
My Fairytale Murder - Hometowns
A few years ago I was recording a fairy tale podcast with my friend, both of us inspired by our favorite podcast, My Favorite Murder. Ever since the beginning we wanted to do an homage episode with My Fairy Tale Murder. We each picked a fairy tale that featured a murder and covered the story in a similar fashion to the way that Karen and Georgia cover a true crime each week. Part of the episodes in the first couple years of MFM was reading home town murders that were written in by listeners. For our homage episode, I imagined what it would be like if some of our favorite fairy tale heroines & heroes wrote in their own home town murders...
By Harlequin Curio 4 years ago in Criminal