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It’s a Good Story
I was born with two gifts: rotten luck and an addictive personality. When I was fifteen, my mom took me to the dog races. I put all ten of my dollars on a greyhound named Fast Albert. He won, and so did I. I’ll never forget the feeling of that crisp fifty dollar bill in my hand. It felt like a missing piece of my soul. That was the first time I ever made a bet.
By Martian Brady5 years ago in Criminal
Partners in Crime
“I hate this god-awful tile” Jane thought to herself, as she chipped away at the walls of her bathroom, noting the damaged drywall underneath, which would definitely need replacing later. She hadn’t even wanted this house with it’s never ending projects, but Don insisted.
By Amber Smith5 years ago in Criminal
Settling the Score
Stealing his little black book was the key to setting my plan in motion. A plan that had been brewing for four years, in which my life was consumed by only this plot. And the funny thing is I would have gladly devoted 40 more years easily to bring Mr. X down. My whole life was building up until this point, so now all I had was time and patience. Over the course of those years, months, days, and hours I became an expert in detail, no detail was too small for my observation. Like a cheetah stalking its prey, I knew the intimate details of my environment and target intuitively.
By Regina Blum5 years ago in Criminal
Twenty Thousand?
It was finally Friday, and school was finally out for the weekend. Everyone was already on the gram and messaging about the town’s superhero Camel-Toe. He was known for catching the public eye of us fellow high schoolers. I only payed attention to him because he took the sacrifice of not really having a personal or normal identity. He said that if he “Couldn’t protect those who knew him that there was no need…” …for people to care for! I think, wait, I think I paraphrased wrong. It was something related to that though. He had cheetah like reflexes and the ability to spectacularly kick his saboteurs. Nothing compared to him that’s for sure. I knew I sure as damn well didn’t. Jeffrey Don was the name, and I had the ability of being broke and getting the outstanding grade of a… “C-” on my fictional paper. I had no worries though, at least I knew I could walk to and from school knowing that I had a hero ready to protect me from the dangers that lurked this city. Plus, I had Matt who was just walking out of the school building probably ready to clown me for my… um “Super” abilities.
By Jamerick Morrell5 years ago in Criminal
Prince's Gold
“So how much?” Prince screws his bruised face in discus at the question. “ Jesus King, were talking about my father here. I’m trying to tell you a story about the guy, Why is it always about the fucking money.” King reaches her hand out to console Prince who pushed away at the thought, leaning into the the empty beer cans on the counter. abruptly the wood paneled walls rocked back and forth raced by muffled screams coming from outside the trailer. “ Does this story have anything to do with why there’s a man chained to the side of truck?” Prince pulls a little black notebook from his pocket laying it on the counter. "What is that, asked King.” Prince sobs hanging his head in his hands that were wrapped in bandages that barely held from being ripped away brushing through his hair. "King, ruffles through the trash on the floor until she stood face to face with a teary eyed Prince who looked off to the side as he wiped away his expression for a stone look. “I'm sorry about your father , I’ve had a long night, I’m just a little tired. King sits down on the worn futon crossing her legs with eager eyes.
By Charlie Rose5 years ago in Criminal
Avocado Toast in a Shitstorm
I should’ve known I would end up here- I’ve seen No Country for Old Men. The only difference is it wasn’t the money that landed me in deep, dangerous, and very public shit. The money was just the first link on the chain of events that ended with me, here and now- yes, again, in shit. Despite where I ended up, I would do it again. Even if I spent the rest of my life chin-deep in this shit, shit of my own making, I can’t regret showing the world what I found in that little black book.
By Lauren Billmeier5 years ago in Criminal
