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Circuit
Streams of light flutter through the cracks of makeshift cardboard blinds and hit me at the center of my face. I shift around the cold cement below me and tug on the torn-up sleeves of my shirt and pretend that they provide warmth. My eyelashes bind together as I work hard to sluggishly open my eyes. The sun says good morning as the light slowly makes its way down my body, warming every inch on its way down. This is my favorite time of the day. It's the only time of the day that I can be present. The only time that my circumstances don't fester in my mind, creating a chain reaction of disappointment and misinterpreted reality. The only time that I feel good enough just as I am. I think it's the consistency of the sun rising every morning and laying her warm hands on my body as if to say, "you are seen, and you are loved." The moment is short, but it's the closest thing to perfection that I have come across in this life.
By Elizabeth Cui5 years ago in Criminal
A Pocketful of Hope
I was walking home with a belly full of expensive food and a head full of questions. The questions weren’t about to get answered any time soon. I’d be better off drowning them with the cheap whisky back at the office. Didn’t just rot your guts, it silenced all questions and a nagging conscience too. If the money in my pocket hadn’t been a cheque, I’d probably have stopped in the first bar I found and seen how much of it I could drink through before I passed out. I guess The Guy knew me better than I first thought.
By Hedy Lewis5 years ago in Criminal
One Ticket Out
“...one necktie, one black leather belt, one pencil, broken in half, and one pocket sized notebook, empty.” The guard was flipping through the pages, enjoying his last moments of power over Inmate K04111. “Hell, that is one empty notebook. All that time, bet you really could’ve filled this thing up, huh Inmate?” Joseph finished buckling his belt and took the book from the guard. “Outmate.” he said. “The hell outta here, anyway. As soon as I get the money I had when y’all put me in here, that is.”
By 5 years ago in Criminal
Coffee Confession
There was a secret in the Spring Beans cafe that only Andy and a select few customers knew. It was there waiting, it’s black spine distinct enough for the curious, to be plucked from the coffee stained hand-me down books that lined the corner of the café. A confessional for the coffee addict and day dreamer who found themselves alone in the reading corner; With the bookshelf and cosy armchair and table facing toward the window it gave the customer a privacy the rest of the café lacked. Every evening, after locking up and saying goodbye to Michelle and Lucas, he would go and read the confessional. It was a ritual he delighted in. Taking the black leather book from the shelf, he would rub his fingers on the cover like a priest patting their bible.
By Harley Holland5 years ago in Criminal
The Gift
The Gift by Karen D. Hall The police officer hung up the phone before I did, I moved the phone from my ear and just looked at it. This can’t be right; it has to be some sort of mistake. I quickly shake off the shock, drop my phone in my pocket and get in my car. My heart is beginning to pound from excitement and this sunny day seems a whole lot brighter now.
By Karen Hall5 years ago in Criminal
Small Books, Big Money
It was Wednesday evening when Jerome was walking down Harmony Street. The sun was setting, and the sky was shades of fuchsia, peach, lavender and a dark reddish orange color. Usually, he loved to see it but not today, today he was sad and angry to see it. “Jerome ! Jerome !” He heard from down the street. When he turned around, he saw his homeboy Tran running up to him. Jerome and Tran had been best friends since they were babies. They were born two hours apart, in rooms next to each other since their mother’s had been in the maternity ward together. Since then, their families had become great friends, and Tran wanted Jerome to marry his sister Iesha.
By Camdyn Red5 years ago in Criminal
The Organization
The Organization Gasping sharply, his mind rushing back to reality. A young man wakes up from a deep sleep, 3 minutes before his alarm goes off. His mind wanders and tries to remember his dreams. He hits his alarm right before the second beep. Hintaru Aikovich Okabe is a 19-year-old young man in his first year of university, who lives with his single mother. He is a ruggedly Handsome Boy with beautiful eyes and Natural dirty Blonde hair. His hair changes color in seasons, sometimes lighter in the warmer parts of the year, and dark in the winter months unless his hair gets wet in which case it turns almost black. His mother is a slender beautiful but strong Russian woman, who has raised him without a father since he was born, not even entertaining the idea of having a relationship. Her focus has always been to help her son succeed as his father did. His father was a respected Japanese businessman who died of an illness the same night Hintaru was born. Hintaru and his mother immigrated to Canada from Japan, some years after Hintaru’s father died. “Hurry up, if u do not eat right now, you won’t make it to school in time “his mother says. He smiles and kindly complains “MOM! You don’t have to treat me like I’m a kid”. His mother comes to the table and smothers him with a big hug, “I know son, but you will always be my little Ru”. He makes his way to the university in the fall, the 3rd of September. The beautiful blue sky radiates when it is not raining, he cherishes the simple beauty of a clear sky surrounded by mountains near a small but diverse metropolitan city in western Canada. After jumping off the bus his makes his way to campus and enjoys spending time with his schoolmates. His best friend Seth is an older man and senior student, he has been to numerous community colleges getting several different diplomas and prefers the school environment over the working environment. Seth is now in the IT program majoring in web security. Hintaru joins his economics class, regularly participates in debates and is mostly unaware of his influence on others, he regularly wins the debates, not simply by the amount of knowledge he has but by his ability to use the knowledge wisely. This makes him his professors’ favourite for most likely to succeed. At the end of his first week, he decides to take the bus only halfway home, to enjoy the afternoon walking.
By Austin Hedstrom5 years ago in Criminal
