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His pleading eyes
Bill stared at the mottled grey and green floor, transfixed on one spot that was stained with a substance he couldn’t quite decipher, and quite frankly he preferred not to know its origin.
By Teresa 5 years ago in Criminal
Drop Off Location
The summer after my graduating year, I moved in with my boyfriend of two years. I wanted to stay in the same state as our college, but he insisted we lived closer to the ocean. He said I would love Miami.
By Amanda Mitchell5 years ago in Criminal
BRA STRAP VENDETTA
Alissa (not her real name), shortly after our meeting, told me of the trap. A new kid was hanging around the school when she would leave, at two, to go onto her part-time job. She believed he was a new student with a similar schedule. He seemed somewhat aloof and did not have other guys walking with him. She felt compelled to befriend him. Not long after, he asked if she wanted to blow off work long enough to get something to eat. This made her uncomfortable, having never ventured outside of her schedule or her parent's rules. But here was the possibility of this new guy wanting to spend time with her. Typically, she was overlooked and was known as a math nerd or brainiac, “Sure, Just for an hour!”
By gail merda5 years ago in Criminal
Saved From the FireSafe Box
The fact that it was found amid the fire ruins should have been an omen. To say the least fire did not have any good memories associated with it, not in my life. At the age of 16 I had lived through three house fires, my sisters only one, this one; how lucky they were. This was the most devastating one, and I had only just begun to see all the damaging side effects it would have on our lives moving forward.
By Christian Lawson5 years ago in Criminal
The Dream
While I was on my walk back to my home I couldn’t help but think about my mom and what she has to go through taking care of my dad. It will be two months since he found out he had an untreatable disease and the doctor only gave him four months to live. They were married for nearly forty years, to think that this day would be coming around the corner like this. I shook off my worry when I heard an extra pair of footsteps behind me “now that I think of it .. I have been hearing these extra footsteps for about four blocks now” I thought to myself. I took a left onto the street across from mine to make sure it is a coincidence that they are walking the same direction as me. I made the turn quickly and another left into the backyard of mister Johnson’s house “thank goodness he is out of town for a few days for his daughter's wedding” I thought as I sighed in relief. I heard the footsteps past the house in a state of panic, I peeked around the corner to see if they were far enough down the street to make a run for it *gasp* he was laying on the ground in a puddle of blood with his head bashed in “I did not hear anything how could this man be dead?” I thought suspiciously. *rustle* *rustle* my heart skipped a few beats as I held my breath and slowly took some steps back away from the bushes. *oof* I look up *gasp* *scream* “NO! Please NO!” I panic as I see the killer standing over me with a knife in their hand a different murder weapon than what was used on the dead guy.
By Jakuma5 years ago in Criminal
Lies'n Lies
I came home from school, dropped my backpack on the floor, and went to grab my phone. Then my mom started talking to me. “Sweetie, something came in the mail for you,” my mom said as she handed me an envelope. I picked up the letter and when I opened it there was a check for twenty-thousand dollars inside with my name on it. I screamed! “Honey what's wrong,”she asked.
By Isabella Rios5 years ago in Criminal
Beware of the Pen
As soon as I walked into my house, I knew something was wrong. It was this feeling I had that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. Someone was here, uninvited.
By Daniela Ridley5 years ago in Criminal
Two Days Until Sunset
The phone rang early that morning. It wasn't the timing of the call that was strange, but the fact the phone rang at all. I had been certain the line didn't work. Until now.
By Lisa Husberg5 years ago in Criminal
The little black book
Shit. I did it again. Blacking out is becoming a dangerous habit I need to break. My head ached and my body felt like lead, but I rolled to my side anyway and watched the floor tilt through one barely-open, crusty eye. Shouldn’t have done that. My stomach lurched and I thought of bread and water to try and convince it to stay calm and digest on. It subsided and I convinced myself to open the other eye. Where the fuck am I? Obviously a hotel room, by some miracle. It wasn’t fancy, standard hotel drapes and scratchy, dull carpet; white walls and a random abstract painting to ‘bring the room together.’ Bullshit. Were my standards really this low? The room mocked me and mirrored my choice in men. I needed to get out before the sleeping stranger next to me woke up. The TV was on low volume and the weatherman called for another chilly Spring day. I suppose it will help clear my mind on the walk home though. I glanced at the alarm clock by the boring brown lamp, it read 9:37.
By Shae Brennan5 years ago in Criminal
Blank Pages
The smell of mould and dust filled her nostrils as she pushed open the broken front door. Sariah peered in to make a quick assessment of the situation before stepping in. The last thing she needed during a desperate bathroom stop were critters running up her legs and making a home in her pants while she emptied her overfilled bladder.
By Heidi Goodnight5 years ago in Criminal
A Rough Night at the Painted Lizard
By the time they found Lyle’s missing page, it was too late for us to do anything. They recovered it, charred but legible, in the breast pocket of his cheap smoking jacket. Our botched effort to abandon him prevented any believable alibi.
By Delaney Rea5 years ago in Criminal
I'm Here For My Reward
He stuck his head out of the alley, swung it side to side, checking for any lookie-loos. Assured they were alone, he went back to the body and searched through the pockets of the dead man’s trench coat. When he came up with a little black notebook, he flipped through the pages with a great deal of curiosity. Searching the man’s suit jacket, he found the wallet and badge that confirmed the identity: Detective Henry Rhodes, Homicide. Pocketing the book, but leaving the badge and the wallet behind, he exited the alley and turned left, barely taking notice of the worn notice tacked to the fence guarding its entrance:
By Karen Haueisen5 years ago in Criminal