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Yacht Disaster
The blood still settles fresh atop the hardwood flooring. Bodies lay from a small party of ten. Nine of em caught clean shots through the temple. Done fast with a silencer. These were just business, mere casualties of circumstance. The tenth and final body though...this had personal all over it. Even though part of a job there was indeed some satisfaction granted with this particular individual. An icing on the cake feeling.
By Ace Howell5 years ago in Criminal
Invisible
There's something very appealing about libraries. No matter if it's inside a university campus, downtown or across the country, they're some sort of similar space where imposed peace and common goals are met. It's a place where you immediately know you must keep quiet, even if it's the first time you visit one because somehow, you just know you gotta be respectful of the knowledge being acquired and preserved there. And it doesn't matter if it's big and renowned or small and abandoned, they're kind of the same breed. I like the solitude I can achieve because it doesn't matter if it's completely empty or somewhat full (for I have never seen one so filled with people one could not enter) everyone seems to mind their own business, and everyone gets that one's not to be disturbed. And what fascinates me the most is that despite all this solemn feeling in the air that you can practically touch while being inside a library, you can see all this life just happening all around you.
By Emma Ellis5 years ago in Criminal
Falling for my creative match
I had met my match in the most unlikely of people. On face value, we were completely unmatchable: I was educated, thoughtful, seen as selfless, and family oriented. He was the opposite. His looks were grungy and careless, whereas I was polished, smart and sophisticated. There was one thing that we had in common: a creative drive and passion for what we did, although it manifested itself in different forms.
By Amy Dugwell5 years ago in Criminal
High Speed Date
At the beginning of the day if you would have told me that I would currently be gripping the handlebar of a car for dear life I would have told you that sounds like the plot for a good story. Situations never seem as scary until you experience them. With every acceleration, I could feel the sole of my shoe pressing deeper into the floor mat of the car.
By Hannah Christophe5 years ago in Criminal
Blind Date
It was a brisk fall evening in New York City. Mave wrapped her arms around herself and rubbed her shoulders to stay warm. She hadn’t brought a jacket, wanting to show off her figure in the emerald dress she was wearing. It was a blind date after all, the first since her divorce. Her friend Dianne had set it up, and she figured it couldn’t hurt to get back out there. But she was so cold, and the restaurant was still about four blocks away. She was considering calling an Über when a voice startled her, “Mave?” She spun around to see a luxurious sports car pulling up behind her.
By Jenna Tomovich5 years ago in Criminal
Justice Rising Part Three
She hadn't recovered her family Jacob and Ella ...always due to the Ex boyfriend's department. She had the intel though. The serial number for her firearm due to a quick call to home, her furbabies microchip numbers thanks to her vet in Arizona and her favorite vet in Savannah taken from her the week of Mother's Day 2019 by Diamond Newton and R Montgomery . She had the VIN number for her car stolen the week July 10th 2019, by Ofr Fereguson and the hope that that information in the right hands would spark an investigation. She had been investigating it all, her sexual assault, the Federal RICO violation sparked by a dead car battery and callous police forces who let the officers who had had the opportunity to do the right thing for almost two years now victimize the public instead of serving and protecting it. The silence of Police Chief Ashley Brown, the slander by Capt Brogden, telling her to investigate it herself had even gone unanswered even by Steve Scheers, who would rather have a police force full of corrupt cops then to simply even return a call or email and mitigate the liability the cops had single-handly created. Harboring fugitives especially those with badges was a crime. She would make sure everyone paid for crippling her life and destroying the public trust. No police officer in Georgia had listened to her, no lawyer doubted her. Her once friends were the enemies of every man, woman and child and there would be hell to pay.
By Justice for All5 years ago in Criminal
Wash Your Hands of Her With Toxins
The first clue was her use of “chan” instead of “san” or even “sama” considering the circumstances. Japanese social etiquette demanded that “chan” was only used for small children, young girls, a younger sister, and for a very close female friend, not for your 87 year old former neighbor who was three years your senior.
By Steve B Howard5 years ago in Criminal
