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Between Merlot and Men
“Ahhh. Tonight is the perfect night to open up this new bottle of Merlot. Special occasion be damned.” Josephine said aloud even though she was the only one currently in her one bedroom apartment. She drank the wine slowly allowing her to taste every bit of those crushed grapes. This past week was a frustrating and more than slightly unnerving one for her. It started so promising too. She had just started dating a really attractive man the week before who seemed to be such a gentleman; so unlike the last string of man child wannabe rock star divos who think they are God’s gift to women and she should consider herself lucky to be with them at all.
By Sabria Hafeez 5 years ago in Criminal
Poisoned Paradise
“This way for your table,” the host says as he smiles at the couple in front of him. The girl, a cute American in her early 20’s with curly blonde hair who obviously had never been very far from home, has her arms wrapped around the arm of a handsome local boy. She had dreamt many times about doing this but had always talked herself out of it, but now finally she was here.
By Daniel J Price5 years ago in Criminal
Merlot is a girls best friend!
It wasn’t a date. At least not to Gaylor. But so it seemed to be imagined by a burly bear-like creature blocking her crossing of borders from one side of town, to another. An unavoidable falling domino on a dark trail through undetected pungency of a packs' marked stamping ground.
By Shayley Blair5 years ago in Criminal
Story Prompts: #2
Prompt: No windows, no doors, not a single crack in the wall as far as I could tell. I had woken in this white room minutes or hours before -time seemed to have stalled- and hadn’t heard a sound. If this was a dream, it wasn’t like any dream I’d had before. No, this was very real. All at once. . .
By Shyan Apple5 years ago in Criminal
Looks that Kill
The moment Kyle laid eyes on her, he knew she was the one. Her lithe form was silhouetted against the starlit sky, and her auburn hair seemed to burn with the intensity of an ember. She was seated on a blanket spread across the grass in the quiet stillness of the park.
By Robin Laurinec5 years ago in Criminal
Unfinished Business
“POLICE OPEN UP!” The banging grew louder and I could hear the wood on the door begin to crack. He finished gathering his belongings and quickly ran over to me grabbing my throat and whispered in my ear “This could have been over. You could have been at peace.” His grip on my throat began to tighten. The knife was still buried in my side and it left me weak but still, I tried to pry at his hands. “Please,” I begged horsley“ Shut up! This all could have been over but that stupid neighbor of yours. And please believe I would love to stay and finish our little game but I would rather take my time. I hate being rushed. Until next time my love.” I began to see spots and I finally felt my consciousness slip.
By Emma Berrier5 years ago in Criminal
Unfinished Business
“POLICE OPEN UP!” The banging grew louder and I could hear the wood on the door begin to crack. He finished gathering his belongings and quickly ran over to me grabbing my throat and whispered in my ear “This could have been over. You could have been at peace.” His grip on my throat began to tighten. The knife was still buried in my side and it left me weak but still, I tried to pry at his hands. “Please,” I begged horsley“ Shut up! This all could have been over but that stupid neighbor of yours. And please believe I would love to stay and finish our little game but I would rather take my time. I hate being rushed. Until next time my love.” I began to see spots and I finally felt my consciousness slip.
By Emma Berrier5 years ago in Criminal
Red On The Chessboard
“You can set it on the...yeah, right there.” Omarr left his satchel to hang on the wall hook, taking even steps away from the front door. He continued into the living room where the voice originated. A familiar face met him immediately with lips soon plastered into a warm grin.
By Aaron Puckett5 years ago in Criminal
Blood and Wine
Except for the faint tinge of iron in the air, one could be forgiven for believing the large burgundy puddle on the ground was from a broken barrel of wine. Without the presence of a body, it truly did appear as if there had been a mishap in the wine cellar. Deidre smiled to herself, lifting the glass of merlot to her lips and taking a slow sip.
By R. A. Levy5 years ago in Criminal
