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Little Black Book
Little Black Book Chapter 1: Hannah opened her eyes as she felt a wave and of fear, she grown a custom to settle into the pit of her stomach. Every day upon awakening the chaos would return without fail. She knew she needed to go get as far away from here as possible but had no means necessary. Every fiber of her being was telling her to run anywhere to get away from this life she had thought she wanted.
By Lisa Blake5 years ago in Criminal
The Last Job
I stop walking and look up. I’ve arrived at 17 Berkshire Lane. It looks like a very normal neighborhood. Huh. Most of these jobs are dives. They made sense. This place was too apple-pectin-perfect. But, not my job to judge. Just here to collect the debt. Ew, even the doorbell was chipper. I dunno maybe they’re serial killers. But a little girl answers the door.
By Kara Harun5 years ago in Criminal
the island
Everything was dark. Not the type of dark when you wake up in the middle of the night and your light is off, more like the dark aura when you’re crying on your bed with your face pressed into your knees and your arms wrapped tightly around your legs. The little black book was controlling people’s lives. It started out normal, you know, the whole ‘you must not kill people’ and ‘you must not hurt another’ just your average laws, then they started getting a little weird, ‘you must not walk on the streets for more that 10 minuets between 11pm and 5am’ and ‘you must not date someone if you’re under 13’ until eventually a new rule was added ‘members of the LGBTQ+ community MUST either attend therapy and get better with 6 months or serve prison time’ this rule shook EVERYONE! And that’s where our story begins.
By Delilah5 years ago in Criminal
Not an Island
Kevin meandered through the hospital corridors. An observer would have taken in his aimless shuffling walk, the wandering, darting gaze, and the restless hands and surmised that he was someone who wasn't sure if he was in the right place. This conjecture would be accurate. Kevin's shift had ended twenty-minutes ago, but the hospital was in chaos due to an unexplained and unforeseen rush in the emergency room and Kevin felt guilty just leaving the mess to everyone else. Kevin had already been reprimanded for working unapproved overtime on several occasions, and, as a result, was hesitant to get involved in the mayhem.
By Ben Louwerse5 years ago in Criminal
Moscow Mule
"Aleksi Aristov, DOB 31.01.2000, weight 178lbs, blonde hair, blue eyes 6ft 3, non-smoker, no previous medical conditions, no relatives in the country, no children, no spouse, no other dependants." It felt like my obituary was being read out as I lay on the table semi-conscious.
By Shazreh Chase5 years ago in Criminal
Someone Like Philipa Burns
It's always the same in suburbia- day in and day out. Life here is monotonous, but I'm one of the lucky ones. I still have a chance to get out of here, to do something with my life. But, to do something with your life, to do anything really you need one thing, money, and lots of it. People are always talking about how money doesn't buy you happiness. And yes, in many cases it doesn't, but it sure does help. That's why I do it, babysit I mean. I'm only seventeen and I babysit for four families on my street and make nearly double the money of all my friends flipping burgers. It's a good gig, decent pay and the kids are bearable.
By Stephanie Bennett5 years ago in Criminal
The Sound Grass Makes
On the afternoon of our disappearance, me and Frankie were running our ‘Eat the Rich’ hustle at a country club in Beverly Hills.
By Daniel Halem5 years ago in Criminal
One Last Rock Before Sunset
It is golden hour, that magical time before sunset when the world is bathed in a fierce gold light. Hazel Wright rocks on her porch. She's 87, arthritic and constantly in pain. Her back is curved like a question mark. She watches the green-backed hummingbirds zip around the feeder she made from a soy sauce bottle and a strip of copper wire.
By SG Buckley5 years ago in Criminal
The Black Book
The Black Book One last look he thought, the gargantuan pile of concrete which has been crushing the life out of him for 20 years. How weird it is to continuously return to a place that slowly drip feeds you the idea of what life should be.
By Mason Kannemeyer5 years ago in Criminal
Regularity
On his short stroll to work, Old Man Fitz heard a husky voice coaxing him over from the drain. Peering in, he saw a three-foot tall, red-headed, freckled creature with an always-eating-cookie-dough smile, standing on milk crates.
By Justin Davis5 years ago in Criminal
Cash and Blood
Part 1 - The rules Jason had never seen a gun in person before, but the one on the table was definitely real. So was the graze on his temple where the pistol had been jammed a few moments ago. Sitting at his small kitchen table, under sterile white light, he felt like he was in an interrogation room - the kind where you leave by confession or not at all.
By Jamie Allen5 years ago in Criminal
A Simple Act of Plagiarism
Lisa stared into the fire as the edges of paper blackened and curled in the flames. She sighed with envy, remembering the confident strokes that filled up its lines. She tore another page out of the little black book and watched again as the flames took hold. Her face was grim but hopeful, the pages were the last of the evidence, an end to her problem. At least that is what she thought.
By P.K. Armstrong5 years ago in Criminal