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Dear Brenda...
Inspired by the true story of Sandra Duyst, a Michigan woman... The shadows of two middle-aged women comb over the dirt inside a large red barn, located on the outskirts of Michigan. Everything is still in place. Haystacks neatly piled in the back corner. Each of the four horses are fed. The first woman, a middle-aged woman named Brenda, runs her hair through her dirty blonde hair, frizzed due to the stress of the last three months. Her sister, Anna, trails behind her. The girls gaze around at the farm that their eldest sister, Sandy, loved.
By Sierra Ginae.5 years ago in Criminal
Envoy
A Short Story He waited in anticipation. He checked the time on his watch. It was nearing eight o' clock and getting late. This place was empty and abandoned, just the way he'd needed it to be. The idea of even fathoming such a task brought out nervous ticks: lighting and blowing cigarette smoke in the cool, night breeze, checking his cellular phone every ten minutes to see if his wife would message him concerning his whereabouts.
By Rob C. Johnson5 years ago in Criminal
The Locket
All they had to do was pay it down. All those trillions in government spending, all the other trillions in sovereign debt worldwide. All they had to do was honor those interest payments, and turn the debt into loans, and let their repayment reduce the debt. Quite soon, the loans would be in the trillions, with monthly repayment in the billions, washing the debt away like a snowbank under spring rains. But no, the fools defaulted, and nobody would buy their bonds. Cash wiped out, when everybody ran to the banks. Retirement accounts too, No Social Security, and everybody hit the stores… Picked clean.. Then they hijacked the trucks, and the cities starved. Cops took off their bluesuits, to blend in. Hijackers found out they could cause a traffic jam, locking thousands in their cars, just waiting for a lucrative visit from the pedestrian gangs. Resistance draws fire from all. Nobody moving. The gang took the keys from those in front, so all are stuck, staked out in the sun to be picked clean. I put the locket under my shirt, hide most of my goods under the seat, and wait. They get here shortly. Guy in a truck resists.. Dead now. There’s a dozen in view. AKs. ARs, some pistols. They come to me, talk through my open window. I hand over my wallet, few bucks gone. They throw it back. Gal up the line won’t roll down her window. They blow it, and her.. Pull her out. Kid starts screaming.. They just walk away, going through her purse, throw it down. Shots fired from further back. Organized resistance coming. The gang melts away into the surrounding neighborhoods, leaving all the folks to abandon their cars in an impromptu parking lot, or not. They have time. They be back. Plenty will still be there to pick over later.
By Phil W Gray5 years ago in Criminal
Meredith, Murderer
Meredith: The Mother of Murder ©2021 Karianne Gabaldon Disclaimer: this book entails murder and suicide. Please be aware of this before reading. Patients with mental illness or anybody else with a suicide relativity, please read the synopsis before reading the book.
By Karianne Gabaldon5 years ago in Criminal
