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...Like a Thief in the Night
Cecily Ferguson's fingers sifted through various silk and wool garments until she plucked a luxurious cashmere scarf from the rack and neatly packed it away. She sipped a screwdriver mixed from Tropicana and top-shelf vodka scavenged from the custom-made oak wine cellar.
By Suza5 years ago in Criminal
Little Black Notebook
When I woke up Saturday, I wasn’t looking for an adventure. Sometimes you find yourself going through everything that happened that week. My Aunt Eliza died Thursday. At seventy-two, she had been a bundle of energy. She worked part time at the local museum so she could chat with people. She claimed it gave her a little extra cash. It was the perfect job for her. She loved learning. She was a college librarian for twenty-five years. She got my brother, Marco a job as a security guard at the museum. He is spending time at our Mom’s house making sure she is okay.
By S. L. Kirby5 years ago in Criminal
Sweet Revenge
It is going to be a simple exchange: one that would save my life, avenge my honor, and bring down the most notorious mafia boss in the province. All it involves is handing out his precious black book and receiving new identity papers, a new car, and a bank account under my new name in the city of my destination, enough to live on comfortably away from the bastard for the rest of my life.
By Maya Y.5 years ago in Criminal
A Thief's Prize
Sipping on some lukewarm hot chocolate, Percy started going through his earnings for the day. He rummaged in his many pockets and removed all contents within. Percy had managed to obtain: four wallets, two high-quality phones, an expensive-looking ring, and a lighter. There had been no real need to take the lighter, but it had been so casually left on a table that it felt rude not to take it.
By Joshua Stevens-Shachar5 years ago in Criminal
A Bird Walks Into a Bank
A bird walked into a bank with a gun. It had been an especially slow day at the branch, where only one teller was working. As she had done for the last forty years, she was passing the time by doodling in her notebook. She was nearly finished with the last page of its slender volume when she heard the pitter-patter of tiny footsteps.
By Ash Navabi5 years ago in Criminal
Robin_Margeaux
Our apartment isn’t huge. It’s 700 square feet, roughly, so, with two kids plus a dog, it feels much smaller. The living room is a chaotic assortment of furniture, baby toys, Barbie dolls, crumbles of dried out play dough, junk mail, bills and shoes that no one wants to put away, no matter how simple I make it for them. Just about daily, I use a selection of expletives to inquire with each and every one of my family members how hard it is to wash a spoon. Or a cereal bowl. Or to take their dirty garments just six inches further, and into the actual hamper rather than scattered within short proximity of it.
By Emily Armijos5 years ago in Criminal
Case Unsolved
If I die, please remember me. I have no legacy, nothing of value to my name. I’m not rich nor will I ever be. If I do go can I ask you to take it all. Take anything that my fingers have touched, my notebook that my words have graced its pages or a neckless that’s hug around my neck. It may mean nothing to you but if I lose everything then dying it not half as scary as being forgotten.
By Samantha Hussey5 years ago in Criminal
Black umbrella
Jason was having a rough time. Between tremendous past trauma and more current woes, he was struggling to stay afloat. Day to day life had become a burden to endure; spending all his effort trying to keep his mind free from rumination has hindered his motivations to retain his grip on societal obligations.
By JB5 years ago in Criminal
I don't remember
“We, mnjinga, fanya haraka. Tutachelewa”. My twin sister Nai, short for Naimah (also short for Bitch) ordering me to hurry up whilst calling me stupid in Swahili. Not even ready herself but feels inconvenienced with me lounging around in my towel. We were only heading to a house party thrown by her so-called best friend, Staci, whom I am not fond of being around, but it has been a while since I went to a party. I was keen to let loose.
By Kulthum5 years ago in Criminal
Cooperation
The police officer sat down across the table with a little black notebook. He looked up and across at Isabella with the click of his pen and the flipping of its pages. She met his glance as she bounced her leg beneath the cold surface of the table.
By Robin Clarke5 years ago in Criminal
today was different
t started like any other day. 6am-wake up, coffee and cigarette, shower, get dressed go to work somehow, that had been me for the past six years. at a standstill. A robot. everything exciting in my life just came to an abrupt stop one day and to be completely honest I hadn’t noticed it until that day. I was everything I never wanted to be. a lonely 27-year-Old, no kids no man, no social life, no goals or ambitions just living the same day over and over. Pitiful right? but I guess that’s what life does to some people .it sucks you clean of all hope and imagination and leaves you dry and in an altered state of reality. the world suddenly seems less magic. I used to see opportunity in even the smallest of things but at that point in my life. I was too scared to even ask for a promotion for a job i had been at for 7+ years .. just didn’t believe in myself like I once did I had lost my light.
By Remy Martin5 years ago in Criminal
An Eye for an Eye
Nurse Lucinda Mendoza pushed the medicine cart slowly down the jail corridor. She was working her usual 3-11:30 pm shift at Godwin T. Jackson Prison in Oakdale, California. It was time for medication pass, and she had to get to inmate pods to service them. This shift weighed heavy on her because Lucinda knew this shift was going to be different. She was worried, as Deputy Carr walked quickly ahead of her. On this shift, she was going to have to kill someone.
By Keisha A. Steed5 years ago in Criminal