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Wine, Passion, and Deceit
When I close my eyes, that fateful night replays vividly in my mind. I'll never forget how he caressed the small of my back as he led me to and from the car. The way his step matched perfectly with mine. The way he held the door open like a true old-fashioned gentleman. Mike was such a gentleman, and he was cute too. Blind dates aren’t always cute, but I remember thinking that this night was going to be one of the first of many.
By Amanda Castelli5 years ago in Criminal
Depths of Woe
I take a sip from the glass. The warm liquid envelops my taste-buds as I swill the delicate wine around my mouth. The flavours erupt in a symphony of delight and wonder. I carefully swallow the nectar, and sigh deeply once the flavours subside from my mouth. The warmth penetrates through me; I feel it travel down towards the pit of my stomach, comforting me for the night ahead. Just as I finish the sip, I hear the ring of the restaurant door. I turn to the sound and see my date. She looks better than I remember that day at the store. Her flowing locks of golden blonde dances with the lively atmosphere of the small diner, choreographed solely for the pleasure of my eyes. Her eyes widen as she ascertains her surroundings, revealing the sky dyed colour of her iris. Her lips remain unmoved, however, locked in an eternal strife of misery. She spots me as I wave to her, but there is no sign of a smile in her lips. She hands her coat over to the waiter and limps over to me, my heart thumping with each step she takes.
By Cailin5 years ago in Criminal
The Date
June looked at herself in the mirror and felt nervous. But on this occasion, it was the good nervous. She was getting ready for her first date with Paul, a man she'd met online on one of those new fangled dating apps all her friends raved about, something she never would have dreamed about doing in the past. But this wasn't the past, this was now. June was a different person now, in so many ways.
By Stewart McIntyre5 years ago in Criminal
"Is Idiot In The Phonebook?"
"How in the world are we supposed to find the Dahli? He's the best information dealer in Dice City. It's not like he wants to be found. Everyone knows, he finds you, not the other way around." Tony said stepping out into the night-time alleyway rain.
By Fabricating Fiction5 years ago in Criminal
At the Doctor's
He winked, part child-like, part gnarly. The last time I had seen him this uncomfortable, he’d just received his divorce papers: a pile he would come to treat with more care than his IPad, as if it could not just at any moment break, but also break him. He looked at it never for more than thirty seconds at a time, as if its spell was that of the Germanic Loreley, whose chants had to be heard sustainedly to hurt. Not rare for him, his fingers blueprinted the sheets with sweat—the kind that sticks, almost tear-like in texture—and I had to distract him with whatever something I had at hand: here a convincing weather report (followed, always, by a yawn, both his and mine); there a murky glass of overcold Merlot, which I would fetch from the garage’s fridge: my steps, too, serving as a sidetracking staccato.
By H5 years ago in Criminal
The Lovers Downfall
This story is based off the painting Nighthawks by Edward Hopper January 21st, 1937 Greenwich Village, Manhattan I felt an unusual sense of foreboding as I approached Phillies Diner. The night was frigid, and I was shivering so badly. I felt as if my bones themselves were shaking. This neighborhood was generally safe, and I’d never felt such unease walking down Greenwich Avenue. The streets were empty, and most stores were dark besides a couple of restaurants that stayed open to catch the late-night stragglers and night shift workers who had yet to eat. Each step I took echoed off the stone walls, and I drew my coat closer to keep out the chill.
By Nicholas Bales 5 years ago in Criminal
scammers inc
KUALA LUMPUR No sooner had Cindy received an email from her Lawyer in Kuala Lumpur, was she purchasing an airplane ticket.
By Peter Bowden5 years ago in Criminal
The Cocaine of Cheeses
The home was well lit from the outside. The dog-chewed leather furniture smelled antique. The house stood tall amongst the rest. It had an air of nobility, if a structure could have such. It sat in a row of Wilmington, Delaware Colonials. Its brick facade welcomed anyone ready to rest and live. A couple stepped out of a blue, vintage, midsize European coupe. A white van rumbled by and parked a few yards away from the house. Calloway Simms saw this and shrugged.
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Criminal
Baked Tilapia en Popillote
The Sergeant sat wearily at the table with his brim pulled way down low. Across the table the wiry man sat with his hands in his lap, quietly, patiently, completely at ease.
By Damian David5 years ago in Criminal
Don’t Think
The gunshot rings out from behind me, my instincts pushing me to the ground. The woman I was just sitting with before lays slumped at the table with redness staining the white tablecloth below her. Rolling to the left I feel the wind from another bullet whiz by my head as the tile shatters into thousands of pieces where my head had just been. Reaching into my suit jacket my hand finds the holstered 1911 under my armpit. Drawing the heavy gun I begin to sprint as another bullet breaks a glass that had been full of thick, red merlot; covering me in the red substance which causes me to slip on the tile.
By Marcus Alan Perkins5 years ago in Criminal
Death by Merlot
I travel as a contract worker; I paint the interior and exterior of buildings. Since I move all over the place, I meet many different people. People like Jake – we met during a show at the Miller Outdoor Theatre in Houston. And Philip – he caught my eye at the Downtown Festival and Arts Show in Gainesville. Then there was this little farm boy named Michael – we bumped into each other in Ames at the London Underground. Finally, I lured Benny away from Ithica Collegetown for a bit of fun and was able to add New York to my list, too.
By Ashley Gomez5 years ago in Criminal
Nancy Screw and the Coming of Age (18+) Chapter 12
Chapter 12 A Clue in the Wood In less than five minutes the three arrived at the tree and night had come, making it all the harder for the three to check for clues. Beth held the flashlight and the other two followed her around the tree. Five minutes went by and their search produced few results. Finally, one of them spoke.
By Alder Strauss5 years ago in Criminal