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Inheritance
“I sure hope this is right.” The figure mumbled this as he slowly read the last words penned on the tattered piece of paper before carefully folding and inserting it into his back pocket. The silhouette of a man reflected against the floor as the moon directly bared it’s light from the outside window. The figure took in a deep breath and turned towards the door of interest.
By Aaron Puckett5 years ago in Criminal
The Reality of my dreams
As I reached platform 3, I could barely see a thing. My long brown hair had fallen out of its messy bun, and I’m sure my rushed outfit didn’t look much better as I tripped on my untied shoelace. The fog was dense and the morning fresh. Winter seemed to be lasting longer than usual this year. I checked my phone and it was earlier than I expected.
By Angelica Thomas5 years ago in Criminal
Not Meant To Be Found
I walk parallel to the creek reflecting on my night at the bar. It was filled with drinking, friends, and laughter. A hiccup escapes my body. A stumble informs me of how drunk I am. My belligerent foot bumps into something, the object skids off in the darkness. I pull out my phone and turn on the flashlight. That’s odd, it’s a book. I pick it up and closely examine it. It smells ancient and the black leather has a nice patina. On the front there’s a stamped hour glass and the pages are worn. I think nothing of the book, place it into my jacket pocket and continue the stupor home.
By Thomas Brooks5 years ago in Criminal
The Job
In the mid-80s Washington Heights area in New York City, was a big melting pot for illegal activities in particular drug dealing. Young men were interested in making a quick buck and getting the indulgences they felt they deserved right away. The premiere of the movie Scarface, starring Al Pacino in 1983 made them believe it was possible.
By Andrea Santoni5 years ago in Criminal
Noir Nights
Another stygian night, or at least I think it’s night. The Panzer gang seem to migrate out into the city at that time. The rooms quietness suggest it’s indeed late, and if night it’s a somber and starless one. The Hex-ark force field domed around the city ensures it.
By Colby Burleson5 years ago in Criminal
Abra Cadaver
Now You See It The Professor stated that part of our midterm was going to be conducting autopsies on cadavers to find out their causes of death. My plan was simple so there was no need for worries. I continued scribbling songs in a notebook titled Class Notes. A few pages over I began to actually take notes for the written exam. I don’t have anxieties about testing so that didn’t bother me. I was just a bit behind on anatomy and procedure. The next morning I arrived on an empty campus at 4:30 am. I didn’t really want to do this but making very little money at the coffee house and lack of space was taking its toll. I needed at least a full 60 credits to work under an internship, one of which would be paid. To me, any step closer to being without four roommates was a step in the right direction, even the wrong one. Ducking through the clearing I noticed a midsized truck leaving the loading dock area. After it turned down 7th Street, I scurried down the loading dock ramp to the side door. After about 10 minutes the door was open and I was in. The Chambers were at the end of the hall. Which happened to be pitch black since the school had not yet opened. I passed the Botanical Lab. Pressing my hands together I shuddered. It was indeed cold but it was the darkness that send a chill up my back. Inside I clicked my flashlight on, facing it upward on top of the file cabinet. The freezer had about 20 compartments that held cadavers for both medical and mortuary science. Each Cadaver was in a white body bag. There were only about 13 cadavers in the drawers but I still had to be quick about it before janitorial staff arrives for their 6:00 shift. It was already 4:49 and a lot of time had been wasted on that stupid delivery truck. It didn’t even have anything on it! Just a plain white nuisance! Now I had to move a lot quicker than planned. The first nine weren’t labeled but appeared to be together. The last four were for our class. It was 5:10 and I was definitely cutting it close. The first one was a woman that had a long battle with cancer. Second was a man who had a long battle with Diabetes. The third was kind of a weird case. It was a woman with no previous health issues. I dropped the file as an ominous feeling crept over me. Pictures of both were quickly taken and I moved on to the next one. Halfway down an arm fell out wearing the same watch as Professor Senad. Pulling faster out of fear his ID badge fell out and my heart stopped. With both hands trembling, I opened the rest of the bag. The truth was in his eyes. As soon as I saw his piercing blue eyes, I knew it was him. This was beyond comprehension. What was going on? Run! No you are on camera! I began hyperventilating, shaking uncontrollably. “Think Sabrina! They’re going to throw you in jail and get you a court appointed attorney because you are too broke for a real lawyer.” I would have to do a quick autopsy on the professor or get my affairs in order for a life sentence. With both options being terrible I swallowed hard, grabbed a scalpel and made a small enough incision to feel around and see what I could find out. There were no markings on his body to assume he was strangled, Nor exit wounds suggesting he’d been shot, or entrance wounds to indicate he’d been stabbed. There was no evidence of a struggle. His clothes were intact. The room didn’t appear out of place. How did Senad die! Frantically scanning his body my eyes darted while looking around crazily to ensure that no one saw me. Then placing my left hand on his side to keep him in place I felt the weirdest thing. There was a stitch up the side of his body. It felt as if it went up about half a foot. Turning him on his side revealed a fresh incision that was in fact stitched up quite professionally if I do say so. Was he killed for a kidney I thought while cutting through them? Slowly I entered. Nothing really stood out beside the displacement of his Kidney’s His liver was also intact but his Kidney was in an odd positioning. I tried feeling around this went on for a minute or so before I felt something odd. Unable to make sense of it I felt around it knowing it did not belong. It was hard and was not attached or connected to any organs. This is becoming odder by the second I thought as I pulled the cover of a small leather cash drop bag. Speaking in the 3rd person I began stutter. There were at least 20 stacks in it. Immediately I tried reasoning with myself aloud. “Twenty thousand dollars! What should I do with the money? You should definitely take the money.” There was also no way I could go home at this point I thought. It was 5:23 and way passed time to go. I gathered all of the loose files that fell, closed every shelf except Senad’s. There were surgical supplies out and all kinds of proof of what took place just now. Startled I jumped from the noise coming from the loading dock door. Someone was in here! Sliding the shelf closed without so much as a peep I clutched my bag and ran for the green house. It was the only room with an alternate exit. It was the glass roof or the bolted side door. Which is funny because the original plan was picking the lock versus running pass it for the readily unlocked rooftop because it is insanely high. Every sound grew closer until gathered the courage and slid down the slanted rooftop, down the water drainage system to only an 8 foot drop sliding on what appeared to be a small black notebook as I sprang to my feet.
By Joey Renee5 years ago in Criminal
Jerry's Records
Jerry’s record player used to belong to a deep sea diver named Barfunk. Sadly, Barfunk’s boat capsized when he was diving in Australia and the only thing that survived was his 1977 Kenwood turntable, model number 2055. It was a gem, made of beautiful white granite. Back in the 70s they used to call it “The Rock”. Jerry used to point out at parties how the metal had been corroded from all the salt water it had been exposed to.
By Cian O'Neill5 years ago in Criminal
The Last Wish
Every day an estimated 3,000 euros are thrown into the Trevi Fountain in Rome. Moonlight dances on Metasabia’s Ethiopian skin. She stands on the tiny terrace of a large estate building, the heat of this Summer night gathered moistly on her pores. In her arms she holds her breastfeeding baby who she almost lost at birth 6 months earlier. Her suckle is so forceful it’s hard to believe she touched death. She named her daughter Minyoti, the Amharic word for ‘wish’. Metasabia has always believed in wishes and now even more so. In the distance, the round roof of the Vatican seems to mirror the moon both in shape and glory.
By Phoebe Azario5 years ago in Criminal
