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Old Betty
There were three things that Paul Williams loved the most on this earth: sex, cigars, and his family. Cigars he’d given up to please his late wife Judy, and sex had been snatched from him when she died. Without his two favourite carnal pleasures, all that remained to him was his family: namely, his son, Paul Junior.
By Izzieonline5 years ago in Criminal
The Collective
Jack and Landon exited the bar on Water Street, passing under a sign with a picture of a well-dressed, yet imposing rabbit clad in red shirt and black suspenders. Three red words inscribed on the bottom of the sign in an old English font, “The dead rabbit”. The chill of New York Cities October dusk was biting at their faces.
By Jay Roland5 years ago in Criminal
Promises Kept
Joe manically fans through the pages of the small black notebook, moving so quickly that the air stirs around him. Steadying his shaking hands, he flips to the first page and blinks twice, hoping that clearing his eyes will somehow change the writing on the page.
By Amy Blue5 years ago in Criminal
By Chance
“Yeah, I know babe. I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later, okay?” Jeremy said to his girlfriend as he hustled through the train station. Getting caught up at the precinct made him late to catch his shuttle back to the hotel. He hung up the phone just as she brushed past him, making his rolling suitcase tumble over.
By TL Criss5 years ago in Criminal
Little Black Book
I remember, It was the day I lost my job... I was packing up my belongings from my desk, in went the family photos, the potted cactus and the small black book of notes, full of ideas.
By Lynsey A. Johnson5 years ago in Criminal
Deep Pockets Hold Secrets
It was becoming a exceptionally harsh winter in Northern Wisconsin. I found myself a bit unprepared having recently downsized for my move to the Northland. My daughter and her fiancé had moved to his hometown after completing college. They have since married and blessed me with 2 amazing Grandchildren, drawing me into a winter wonderland. My winter coats were all waist length, allowing the cold, high winds to sneak under, thus my core was often exposed to it. (6.5)
By Rose Meyer5 years ago in Criminal
THIS WAS MY LIFE
“How did I get here?” That’s a long story, but I got all the time to tell you whilst I wait for the priest. Okay, my name is Vincenzo. Vincenzo Brambilla. If someone had told me 11 years ago, I’d turn out this way; I’d laugh to their face.
By Thelma Ehigiamusoe5 years ago in Criminal
The Siren's Call
The machines trill on and on with their beckons and blinking lights to a victimless room like a Christmas parade in a ghost town. As the time draws nearer to 7 am I continue to polish and store away the last of the lowball glasses, keeping an eye on the clock for the second I can finally end my shift.
By Michelle Lopez5 years ago in Criminal
Fuege State
A man in a suit. Or rather a man who appears to be stood at the edge of the ether, waiting. He is holding dice, he looks left, he looks right, then players appear on either side of him. The players mouths are moving fast and opening wide, but I cannot hear them. I go closer, and all surfaces surrounding them darken quickly, an iodine sky. Now I can see the table and the voices build from whispers to roars.
By Shiloh Storm5 years ago in Criminal
sTOCKHOLM SYNDROMe
It was the humiliation that still destroys me slowly, like raw virulent sewage. Like when I was raped, impossibly long ago, impossibly young, and the utter submission I enjoyed despite not wanting it, that bothered me the most.
By Bart Tekmitchov5 years ago in Criminal
Captivated
“Ms. Martha Cresswell, it’s the Sweetwater County Sheriff’s Department. Open up!” Rumbled through the front window panes. Accompanied by several thuds on the front door, I knew that this wasn’t going to be the start of a good day.
By Tiffanie Askew5 years ago in Criminal
THE GREAT SHOCK
Elle sat on the floor where she had landed with a thud after Butch had slammed her there with his fist in her chest. His last words reverberated in her head.
By Evajean K Blackstone5 years ago in Criminal