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The Mad Dash
The scratching of the dry ballpoint in the little black notebook was starting to get to Jason. After hours in the small cement cube, forcing down acidic coffee and blinking up into the one harsh bulb, inquisition after inquisition only deepening his faith in his own stupidity - it was the scratching of that damn pen that sent him over the line.
By Rio Breakell5 years ago in Criminal
For the Love of Literature
Reflecting back on the past five years, it still seemed unreal Saul had passed away. Saul Murray, a Professor Emeritus at the U. of T., had mentored Sharon throughout her program. They became very close and he introduced her to many established newspeople, attributing him to her successful employment at the Globe and Mail. Growing up with her brother, losing their mother to drug addiction and relying on their father and his schemes to provide for them, they were humble beginnings to her successful career making the bond between her and Saul invaluable. It felt like yesterday when she received an anonymous $20,000 scholarship to the journalism program at the University of Toronto. Having already accepted at Carlton University, she immediately switched schools.
By Wendy Lee O'Paquette5 years ago in Criminal
When Push Comes to Shove
WHEN PUSH COMES TO SHOVE $20,000 was a LOT of money! But then again, maybe it wasn’t. Trevor knew what he had to do. He’d thought about it long enough. He lit the match as he pondered his life over the last week. The flame crawled toward his fingers and the pain startled him back to reality. He dropped the match, followed it intently to the pile, and just stood there as he watched it all go up in flames! It was gone, all of it, just like that.
By Robert Chavez5 years ago in Criminal
Just Another Victim
I stand at the slightly ajar door of the rundown apartment, unsure of what to do. I decide that I should try to knock anyway, out of courtesy if nothing else. I slowly creep forward and rap my knuckles on the frame of the door so as not to push it open more than it already is.
By V. N. Roesbon5 years ago in Criminal
What a Little Black Book Can Do
Walt Thatcher woke up at the crack of dawn to the sound of rats scurrying around his one room apartment. He groaned, wishing he could afford a nicer place, but on his salary, it would take him years to save up enough for first and last months’ rent.
By Emily Weitz5 years ago in Criminal
Redemption
Jay McCall took out the little black notebook from the glove compartment glad that he was done the last visit on his ‘apology tour’. The wind outside had picked up and was rocking the car back and forth. Jay opened the book and used the streetlight to see as he wrote in the journal, documenting the outcome of his final apology.
By George Grimes5 years ago in Criminal
Little Black Book
“Let go!!” Danny clamped down on the corner of his wallet, doing his best to avoid the fists flying into his face. He had stopped to pull out some coins after a homeless gentleman had kindly requested some change. “That's mine!” He gripped as tightly as he could, but after several hits to the face, he fell and the homeless man won. He scowled and watched the man sprint off, gingerly touching his face. Are you kidding me? Every time I try to do something nice! His mind grumbled on and on as he dissected what just happened, and turned toward his financial struggles. Danny was a very kind-hearted, generous, naïve young man who offered help to everyone he met, yet had a real knack for getting himself into unfortunate situations. He picked himself up and hobbled down the street.
By Andy Kaczmar5 years ago in Criminal
The New Case
Elise stretched her arms and looked at the time. Almost 7 o'clock. She still had a couple of minutes before her last appointment of the day. Finishing a few bites of her sandwich, she saved the document she was working on and pushed her laptop to the side. Her last report was for a client who hired her to find out if his wife was cheating on him. As a private investigator, at least 70% of her assignments were related to suspicions about an unfaithful significant other.
By Pascale Flynn5 years ago in Criminal
Maelstrom
I couldn't take my eyes off of him. The Ted Burton Suit. The round glasses. Short neat beard. Cool focused demeanour. Back arched, head leaning to one side. His hand swished feverishly at something on his table. The only thing that interrupted my intense gaze was a draft of cold Manhattan air that rushed into the shop when the door opened. A group of tourists had finished exploring Hudson Yards and were ready to refuel. A vibration from my pocket sent shockwaves of anxiety through me. I pushed my thoughts away. Cold sweat held onto to my forehead. A reminder. I resumed my post at the glass wash. The man checked his watch, a simple timepiece with a brown strap and gold face. He cradled his coffee cup for a moment. It seemed like he was in a rush and also had all the time in the world. I hated him in that moment.
By [email protected]5 years ago in Criminal
