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Excerpt from Seven by Saturday
The pounding in my head felt as if I was stopped next to a car with the volume turned up so high that the bass shook everything around it. Pinching my nose I tried to take calming breaths, a four count in and a four count out. My mind is drifting over every inch of every crime scene I have been at the past three days. The boxes were small, not drawing attention. All of them were wrapped in brown paper. The techs had determined that it was a paper grocery store bag, giving you nothing. Inside the boxes was filled with screws and marbles for shrapnel. When they exploded anyone in a hundred yards radius was in danger. Sitting a little straighter I open my eyes reaching for the files yet again.
By C.A. Price5 years ago in Criminal
Death by Chocolate
Gary Hansen didn’t think of himself as a serial killer, but he was one. He was also independently wealthy, as his parents had left him a fortune when they’d died in a car accident when he was twenty. He’d been working on their car earlier that same day, but the police never found that out.
By Steve Moran5 years ago in Criminal
I killed her with Kindness
“Hey Lisa!” Mona cries out, “listen to this.” “Oh God” Lisa whispers to herself “are you reading the obituary on the paper again?!” she cries out. “Oh come on! This one is interesting, just listen” she replies, “Fine” Lisa responds as she rolls her eyes. Mona begins to read, “Kim’s Obituary, July 18, 2020. Kim was a very kind and loving person, she was young and full of life. Kim had many aspirations but she never expected to die so young, I would like to share with you the cause of death. It was Monday morning two days ago, Kim was very excited about her 30th birthday, she woke up at 7am very unusual for her, but she knew everyone would be happy to see her and wish her a happy birthday at work. Mainly though she was excited because she would finally receive her $1,000,000 trust fund money, after 30 years of patiently waiting, the day had finally arrived and she made sure everyone knew about it at work, now don’t get me wrong I might sound annoyed but I had nothing against her neither did anyone else at work. Let me give you some backstory though, when I say she made sure to let everyone know, she did not hold back, as a matter of fact she had a “trust fund party” at her house the week before and invited every single one of us. As we walked in to her home we each got a small bag with a “present” inside, I will never forget about 20 minutes before we left the party, she decided to announce she was leaving the company and she let us know her birthday would be her last day, oh man was she right about that! “I want a chocolate cake and a beautiful party, now that you guys know it will be my birthday and my last day of work” she happily announced. When I got home I opened my so called present, inside there was a small vanilla cupcake with a note that said, “ since I will be leaving, and I will never have to see your ugly face again, I just want to let you know you won’t be missed,” with it there was a card for a plastic surgeon in which she wrote, “for your face…you’re welcome!” I have to admit I was extremely upset, I called a few of my co-workers to see if anyone else got the same note, and indeed she made sure to write a personal note to everyone. After a glass of wine and many thoughts of what I was going to say to her the next day, I finally calmed down and came up with a plan. Surprise, surprise the next day Kim called out which was perfect as I needed to present my plan to everyone else at the office, after explaining what my plan was to the team they all agreed the most logical thing to do would be to kill her…with kindness of course, so we decided we would each buy her a chocolate cake on the day of her birthday; well you see we all knew how much Kim loooved chocolate and she wouldn’t be able to help herself, her obsession was so big she might just want to eat all of it all by herself. For the next few days she decided she was taking a few days off, and of course Monday morning she showed up extra early, of course we were all ready waiting for her. We are a team of 20 people and each one of us bought her a small chocolate cake with the writing Happy Birthday Kim on it. Oh she was ecstatic! By the end of the workday she had eaten at least 10 cakes, I don’t know how she did it, but she did. Naturally she was not feeling too well and so she cleaned out her desk and left without even saying good bye, by night time I received a call from one of my co-workers to give me the news that Kim was in a food coma… literally, I didn’t mean to laugh but I just thought it was the funniest thing I had ever heard, I mean who is that obssesed to eat 20 chocolate cakes in one day?! Well Kim was one of a kind I guess. I hope my story didn’t bore you as it is not so much an obituary but more of a lesson, if someone is mean, kill them with kindness and you will suceed. Yes I know this is a long one but it was too precious not to tell, in the end I didn’t know much about Kim and she didn’t know me very well either, I just knew she thought I was ugly and I knew she had a guilty pleasure. “Wow, that is crazy… can she go to jail for that?”Lisa asks, Mona replies “I don’t think so, she technically killed herself.”
By Giovanna Rea5 years ago in Criminal
Killer Chocolate Cake
We never suspected that Tye Tyson was a dead man before he even walked into my cafe for lunch. In the five years, Naomi’s Cafe and Doughnut shop had been open I had never seen Tye or any member of his family inside our restaurant. Tye Tyson was a used car salesman. Almost everyone in town had a story about being swindled by Tye. Everyone knew who he was because of his over-the-top and outrageous car sales commercials which usually involved livestock. As in “Don’t be chicken to buy a new car! Come on down to Tyson Motors! Tell them Tye sent ya!” All with live chicken running around. He was quite a showman.
By S. L. Kirby5 years ago in Criminal
Boom.
It was cold that night. She shivered through her thin coat, not having expected the temperature to drop so dramatically. She was with her friend, Macy. Macy was short, with pale red hair and brown eyes. Ellise herself had dark blonde hair and blue eyes. She was taller than Macy, if not by much.
By LB Stories5 years ago in Criminal
The End of Chocolate
John felt nothing as he watched with curiosity a mosquito that had landed on his arm. Its tiny proboscis, like a syringe, probed beneath his skin until it sank into a warm, pulsing capillary. As the mosquito silently sipped his blood, John thought of the millions of people worldwide who each year are infected with deadly diseases by mosquitoes just like this one. He could swat at it, but why bother? Inevitably another would find him, probably while he slept, if only he could sleep. There was no rest to be found in cell 26, and nowhere to escape. Tomorrow at sunrise, John was scheduled to be taken down the hallway, strapped to a cold metal table, fastened to a heart monitor, and injected by a hypodermic needle containing a mixture of lethal chemicals. As a condemned prisoner on death row, John's time was up. All legal appeals had proved futile, so solid was his conviction for having committed most heinous murder, not of one person, but of thousands.
By William Cheshire5 years ago in Criminal
One Last Piece of Chocolate Cake
Little Marco was the epitome of everything Detective John hated in the criminal underworld. Supremely fat, lazy, and not as smart as he thought he was, the man was as far away from Al Capone as John was from Princess Diana. John sat in his car at the corner, watching the obese gangster through the pair of old binoculars he kept for stakeouts. The obese man was practically spilling out of the booth he sat in at Giovanni’s. Red leather jacker blended in with the red leather of the booth. Hands going back and forth with mechanical precision between the plates in front of him and his mouth, you would think the man had recently escaped from one of those month-long dieting facilities. But no, Little Marco probably spent more time in his corner booth than he did in his own bed.
By Charles Beuck5 years ago in Criminal
