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Facade
I slug my arm onto my bedside table, with the alarm drowning out the police sirens. I force my eyes to open as I squint to make out what time it is. My phone glared at an alarming time of 10:47, meaning that I missed the first 47 minutes of class. I groan out loud and tumble out of my bed onto the floor. I start to crawl towards the bathroom but give up three-quarters the way there. I grab my phone, hidden between the folds of the sheets, and quickly write an apology email to my professor. I lay on the floor for another 13 minutes before moving. I shuffle my feet towards my desk and pick up my treasured planner. I sigh as I cross off, wake up at 6 and go to class at 10. My eyes roam across the page as the bullet points rack up with To-Do’s. I grab the closest pile of crumpled clothes near me and change while walking towards the door. By the time I reach the lobby, I successfully look like a preppy high school student. I nod towards the doorman and step onto the concrete streets of New York City. My earbuds get shoved into my ears and are now subjected to intense, blasting music. I quickly change my aura from light to dark to avoid unwanted questions. I run down the steps as I strain to hear the sound of trains moving with the swish-swish.
By Hepsiba Lee5 years ago in Criminal
The Stolen Journal
I ran, clenching the small black journal so tight in my hand the pressure was almost painful to my trembling fingers. I snarled at the cold wind now gripping my body, my feet crunching hard against light snow covering the last bits of open pavement on the street and the crack of rifles firing behind me in the black of night. With every step, I plunged deeper into a wall of winter wind, everything hurt, but I couldn’t stop. My only thought being I wouldn’t let myself end in a moment I never should have even been in.
By ChrisYoung5 years ago in Criminal
Stealing From a Thief
Katrina Freeman awoke with a start in a dank, dimly lit room, her head aching badly and her face wet. Although she didn’t know where she was, she hardly needed to question how she’d gotten there. She remembered vividly the white van that had skidded to a stop next to her as she was walking back to her dorm from class, and the two men who had leapt from the back, masked and wearing heavy jackets, to drag her inside. She could still taste blood; she’d bitten the man who tried to put a hand over her mouth. She knew her headache was the result of one of them hitting her over the head with something heavy.
By Thomas Hailey5 years ago in Criminal
The Beginning
The Beginning He awoke to a suffocating and total blackness, once again having to remember he was blind. Horatio Griffon, could barely breathe. He was always whole in his dreams, which were so filled with color and detail that it was easy to forget he had ever not been able to see. But every time he woke, reality would crash back in.
By Tyler Hall5 years ago in Criminal
The Ridiculous Misdeeds on Talon Drive, Recorded in Secret, August 1974
It was a shock to absolutely no one when Mr. Weston died. In fact, it was a relief to most, as the residents had long awaited the estate sale. Dreaming of possible things they might acquire and sell for a fortune. However, that lofty dream vanished with the Sunday paper.
By Dominic Sciucchetti5 years ago in Criminal
The Taxi Driver
Charlie took his reward money, and he never rode in a taxi again. Delilah has been driving a taxi at night for 10 years, and her forties are closing in on her. Sitting behind a steering wheel is starting to take a toll on her body, her mind, and her social life. All those years of sleeping all day and working all night has left her with no friends and a little depressed. It’s time to close this chapter of her life and move on to something new. To celebrate her retirement, Delilah is planning something big… but she’s not quite sure what.
By Sarah Hayes5 years ago in Criminal
The Garage Sale Rings
It was musty in the garage as I shuffled through box after dusty box. Brown water stains dotted the wood tongue and groove ceiling. Light was filtering through the single pane window when I stumbled upon it. Another little black notebook to add to my collection. I removed the elastic closure and flipped thru the first few ivory paper pages - the book seemed brand new!
By Sara Kalashian5 years ago in Criminal
THE SWEETEST HEIST
Present-Day Lucas approached the building where he had been only two days before. The large black duffle bag slung across his back weighs him down. But something heavier weighs on his mind, the thought of what was to come. He had been standing by the front of the building considering his options. He knew that if he didn’t return the money he would have problems with Mr. Fugazi.
By Kaiya Williams5 years ago in Criminal
