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Twenty to One
Have you ever had a premonition? I have - once. The sixth time Rover jumped the fence and ran full pelt down the street I experienced something like déjà vu, except that instead I knew it would happen again. I knew too that I wouldn’t be on my own next time.
By Rachael Johnson5 years ago in Criminal
Bones' Ring
From an early age my brother Curtis and I, separately, concluded that, as adults, we didn’t want to be like our mother, Teresa. When Curtis in the 4th grade he wrote a letter to his teacher describing his disdain for Teresa. “Lazy, country, bitch” were some of the words he used. Yikes, right? That letter destroyed an already deteriorating relationship between the two of them. My dad said it was the catalyst of her hatred for my brother and on some level, I get it. Although, I had some empathy for that teacher. She probably assumed she was doing the right thing. She probably hoped it would start a healthy discussion between parent and child. She never knew she was handing Teresa gasoline and a match to burn down an already dilapidated structure. She wasted no time in lighting the match and watching it burn.
By Chennea Russell5 years ago in Criminal
Lethal Legacy
Lethal Legacy Ryan sat confused and annoyed in the lobby of her university student aid office wondering what was so important that she needed to leave her class presentation that she had been eager to present for over a month. Just when she begun to consider ditching the request to meet with her student advisor, Chelsea popped her head out of her office door, Thanking Ryan for her patience and waving her in. Ryan was greeted by a tall thin man who introduced himself as an estate attorney for her Uncle Christopher Lorenzo, much of what he was saying begin to fade out after his introduction stating, “I’m sorry for the loss of your uncle, he has strictly mandated no services or public acknowledgement of his death” Very confused Ryan thought back to her last interaction with her Uncle.
By Harmonie Brown5 years ago in Criminal
Mentalism
A banker walks into a bar and finds 20 thousand dollars in cash neatly rolled and wrapped in individual unopened toilet paper packaging in the janitors closet. The why is apparent to him, the how remains a mystery. It was the bartender who tipped him off when he walked in, pointing to the closet door towards the end of the bar camouflaged by the dim lighting. It was 1:15am, and he had walked 3 blocks through a maze of backyards, alleyways, and commercial properties to avoid being tailed for reasons he was unsure. Before he walked into the bar, Black Ice, he saw directly across the street from it the very Bank he was the Assistant Manager of; Rosewood Bank.There sat in the front window an easily visible sign of a life sized cutout poster of a model bank teller pointing directly across the street to the front doors of Black Ice. On the corner of the street, about 500 hundred feet way, the banker ran into a homeless man feeding, petting and speaking humanely to 3 cats of different shades. The banker gave him a hundred dollar bill for his hard times, and in return the homeless pedestrian handed the banker a crumpled piece of paper the size of a fortune telling slip with the address of his Bank written on it. He had spotted this lost individual with his feline friends from a parking lot nearby where he found the words MEOW MEOW MEOW spray painted on the side of an abandoned brick apartment complex. He only got here by hopping a fence through the alley way leading to it. Above the fence in the distance, right before he climbed over, the banker could see a digital billboard saying BE GENEROUS THIS YEAR. He found himself in this obscure alley way when he decided to walk through the kitchen of a closing Chinese restaurant. The workers didn’t seem to enjoy this intrusion too well as they yelled at him in their native tongue while conveniently shoving him out the back door into the desolate back street. What convinced the banker to be so bold was the old ENTER THE DRAGON Bruce Lee poster pasted on the kitchen door with the word “dragon” circled in red ink. This caught his attention, seeing as how the banker had a dragon tattoo supplanted on his left forearm. There was no one in the front of the restaurant for they were in the middle of closing, so he took it upon himself to follow his gut. He was dropped off by a cab in front of the CHINESE EXPRESS restaurant where he saw the CHEFS FOR HIRE sign and a still lit OPEN sign signaling for him to come in as if someone had purposely left it that way. The cab driver had driven him all around the city it felt like, for 45 minutes attempting to lose whoever may be following him on his journey to his ultimate destination that he was not yet fully aware of. This cab driver was waiting for him outside of a convenient store before their adventure began. The banker was instructed by the cashier to catch his cab out front after he handed her an expired Mega Ball lottery ticket. He had walked to the convenient store from his condominium about half a mile down the street, looking back repeatedly to see if he was being followed. He was certain that someone was watching. While peering out the window, the banker spoke with his girlfriend Jill before leaving. “Wow Jack, I can’t believe someone was able to steal so much money without being seen. Do they have any idea who it could have been?” The banker responded, “No, no. They don’t know yet. They questioned everybody and had us all take a lie detector test, but nobody was arrested.” “Well, at least YOU didn’t steal it,” said Jill light heartedly. The banker chuckles, “Yea, I don’t think I would have the guts to do something like that just for money. But listen babe, let me call you back in a few minutes. I just want to take a shower and relax my nerves for a minute.” “Ok Jack, I love you.” Before Jill had called, Jack had spent the better part of the night at the precinct for questioning by the local police. He entered his condo unsuspecting of anymore inconsistencies as he emptied his pockets of all his belongings. He pulled out all of the usual suspects; His keys, his wallet, and his business cards. But then he noticed an additional accessory on the inside of his jacket pocket. A little black notebook. Confusingly, Jack opened this suspicious paperback where he found hidden inside an expired Mega Ball lottery ticket and a note written on the open page that said TODAY IS YOUR LUCKY DAY. Jack repeated these words to himself that struck a cord through his brain like a hammer to the liberty bell “TODAY IS YOUR LUCKY DAY.” Jack could hear these words repeating through his mind as if someone were whispering them to him telepathically. He was frozen for a few seconds before Jill called.
By Logas Jones5 years ago in Criminal
The Perfect Crime
His name was Dario, Dario Luna to be exact. His first name Dario meant to be kingly and it carried all the connotations that a fiery brash king would have. His family name, Luna, stood for the moon, the cold and often hopeful moon. Something Dario spent a lot of his time staring at.
By Michael Jimenez5 years ago in Criminal
