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Bertha
Bertha Schlagenhauffe I stand in front of the bathroom mirror with a steak pressed to my rapidly swelling eye using every ounce of willpower that I have left trying to convince myself that he didn’t mean it—that his apology was actually sincere. I tell myself the same thing I always do to convince myself to stay.
By Lauren5 years ago in Criminal
The Locket
The sound of sirens can be heard coming from outside in the streets. Which is no different from any other night in the city. There is always something going on. Something dark, something chaotic, something underhanded, and something terrible. The hooligans have their way with any passersby and the homeless crowd around in droves. The Police display their power with a brutality that is unmatched. Drugs flood the streets in the form of opioid pills. The church is dead. Hope and faith is gone with it. The darkness is tangible. This is New York city, 2099.
By Ken McDonald5 years ago in Criminal
A Horse Murdered
Stuck in Paris on the run from a madman. The English authorities never play ball. Had to leave horses, dogs, cat behind. A mad rush on a boat to block devils from social services. They will nick your kids.
By Black Dog Productions5 years ago in Criminal
Bullyland.
The court had mandated that the situation be resolved as quickly as possible, so I was quickly brought in to see the officer assigned my case. Whatever that meant. I wasn’t stupid. I’d heard stories about the way things worked in Section 7.
By Robert Rifkin5 years ago in Criminal
Dinner with Gertrude
There were not many people left in Johnstown after the asteroid hit in Montana, killing more than two thirds of the people almost immediately upon impact. The same was true in the rest of the state, along with America as a whole. We had been warned to some degree, but the warnings were sparse, and at times subliminal.
By Jamey O'Donnell5 years ago in Criminal
The Story of Flesh & Iron
It started over twelve years ago. Flesh met Iron. The moon a twinkle caressing the navy blue cloud spotted sky. New to town, looking for a friend in low places, finding the companionship of her Iron. She was living in a run-down building that hookers frequented. Drug dealers slung their dope, and no one dares peep a word of the darkness that lurk behind the doors of those beaten up rickety shack of apartments. Littered with graffiti and garbage, she hid behind her leather hood attached to the leather skin of a coat that covered her half-dressed body. Herself, a fiery red-haired sultry woman, with pale white ivory skin, smooth like satin. She was tethered with tattoos marking her thoughts with ink in her skin.
By Opal A Roszell5 years ago in Criminal
The Perfect Dream
There's blood on my knuckles, from the amount of times I punched him; giving him a nose bleed. My heart is beating faster than ever, but I've never felt better. I feel so alive, as I watch him stare at me, with fear in his eyes, knowing very well that it's over for him. He cherishes his last breaths, as I raise the axe-
By Ayra Mirza5 years ago in Criminal
Dirty
Maryanne stood by the kitchen sink, her arms elbow deep in suds. So many germs so much dirt, she thought to herself scrubbing her hands and arms vigorously. The hot water scorched her skin but she ignored the burning. Years of fearing all traces of dirt and filth would send her into a blind fury at least six times a day. She would scour her arms until her skin was red and raw and only then would she say, "sink off."
By Kate5 years ago in Criminal
It's All Under Control
"Jump!" Sara yelled. I did jump. We both did. Right in to a raging river. We were informers against our will, me and Sara. Told to integrate so they could spy through us. We were hooked up to the main system along with millions of others. Implanted with a tiny chip that made a small bump on the back of our necks. This was our transmitter. Me and Sara, we are second level. Meaning we are programed so they can watch our thoughts as to have clues into what everyday people are up to. Basically our minds were being messed with even more than the general public which was mainly level one. Level three is where you have no control at all.
By Susan Kulkowitz5 years ago in Criminal
Double Crime!
I was running away, crying out for help in the middle of the streets, when right in front of me, stood a lady at her porch, replying by simply pushing the door open, so I did, I entered. I’m not even going slightly over board with it, when I say: “It felt like home”. I’m not sure how to say it so I’ll whisper. There were pieces of heaven in there. There were words of grace written on the walls for me. In the entry way, a beige jacket was hanging of the main post of the grand staircase. It was like, time didn’t exist. So after realizing about where I was and of how truly welcoming the atmosphere resonated with me, I thought of how extremely curious it was that she still didn’t ask me what I needed help with? So I, I just said what was happening; that some people wanted to burn me alive so I needed a place of refuge. And the truth is that, in that entire tantrum, I ran so fast, that puppy didn’t even take notice, so I entered alone. And she still didn’t speak a word. The words on the walls spoke out already perfectly. “This place is a safe haven” one held. “Welcome to your new home” said another. To be honest, I wouldn’t want you to think that this whole thing was a setup, so I won’t think on that thought another instant.
By Alice K.S.5 years ago in Criminal
The Search For The Truth
All was quiet, but there was a nice breeze. I found myself closing my eyes, and allowing the wind to touch my skin, cooling it off from a long days travel in the sun. A breeze was rare; unheard of even. It was a rarity I was about to enjoy.
By Lindsay Dewolfe5 years ago in Criminal
The Jolly Roger Motel
Chapter Two Bubba climbed up into his 1978 Peterbilt tractor and locked the door behind him. He lay down on the sleeper bed and propped his head so he could watch the motel parking lot. A black van pulled in adjacent to the red pickup and 3 men got out. They threw the dead bodies into the back of the van, and two of the men jumped back in the van and drove away. The third man drove away in the red pickup. About 15 minutes later, the cops showed up. They didn't stay long. They looked around and attempted to talk to people in adjacent rooms but no one seemed to cooperate. So they left. Bubba lay his head down and slept.
By Joey Lowe5 years ago in Criminal