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The fluorescence that poured from the shop windows coated a figure in its cold warmth as he inches closer toward the shop door. A bell that echoes of minimum wage alerts the lonely clerk behind a dingy fibreboard counter of his presence. A jolt of life journeys from the clerks leant arms on the counter and activates his autopilot greeting “gday mate how r ya?”
By Peter Nicolas5 years ago in Criminal
Mrs Brizzi's Fish Dinner
Mrs Brizzi was the name she went by when I knew her — Breetzi, pronounced the Italian way with a rolling ‘r’, because that’s how her sixth and final husband, a handbag mogul from Milan, pronounced it before he was crushed to death by a bull that escaped from a leather farm.
By Zoë Hazel Thomas5 years ago in Criminal
A Little Black Book's Purpose
Little black books got a bad wrap, the little black book thought to itself, as its owner used yet another blood smeared fingertip to turn its delicate yellowing pages. Honestly, if the man would just clean his fingers first, the little black book thought, maybe the other little books would talk to me. The dictionary was absolutely terrified of the little black book. Every time they shared a room together, the ridiculous book would shutter, losing a page or two with words like “terrified” or “murderer” defined on them.
By Elizabeth Miller5 years ago in Criminal
A Series Of Minor Incidents
Accidents happen. He accidentally crashed out of bed to the sound of his blaring alarm that morning, and he definitely accidentally screamed at his neighbors’ kids through the window when he saw them snipping flower buds off the peony bush in his yard.
By Kenzie Beckerman5 years ago in Criminal
Turn Of Events
The plan was supposed to be simple. Bury him. Look into his connections. Maintain a level head and slowly take out whatever cash you can. Dispose of all remaining evidence when finished. Forget.
By 20y/o Perspective5 years ago in Criminal
The Cookie Baroness dies
The elegant hall was filled with cheap, wooden chairs - one of those that give you uncomfortable tingling in the spine just by looking at them. I tried to count the seats and got lost at 43. All of them were already taken with more onlookers crowding in the aisle, leaning against the walls or crouching in the very first row. With the windows tightly shut, the air indoors was heavy, almost damp from breaths getting out of dozens of chests. I looked at the faces of those who had arrived: some of them I knew, some looked familiar - the almond-shaped eyes, long, thin fingers with oval nails or narrow lips - those are features characteristic to our family.
By Aga5 years ago in Criminal
The Japanese Gardens
My brother Noah is a drug dealer. At 2:00 am last night, the cops barged down our door and took him away. I’m a deep sleeper, so it took me a while to realise it wasn’t just Dad coming in late from work again.
By John Mc5 years ago in Criminal
MISSION D- CHAPTER ONE
INTRODUCTION Hey guys, this is the author blogger and this is my very first book. I will be posting two chapters every week so stay tuned. Anyway, without further delay HAPPY READING!!!!!!
By The Author Blogger5 years ago in Criminal
Redemption
"Sit down grandson. I have a story that I'd like to share with you." "Okay Pops! Just a minute, I have to finish this match!"
By Shane McCann5 years ago in Criminal
Mojave
“Bless me father for I have sinned. It’s been a lifetime since my last confession.” “Tell me, my son”, the priest replied, “what are your sins?”
By Cesar N5 years ago in Criminal
An afternoon for Doughnuts
She looked down at her trembling, blood-stained hands. She didn’t mean to do it. She saw red and the next thing she knew, she was standing over the lifeless body.
By Althea B.5 years ago in Criminal
April Showers Bring Murder
April showers bring May flowers, at least that's what my brother, James, used to tell me. Thunder bang furiously as the dirt under us got muddy. I tried to jog as the rain constantly smacked against my face. Keeping up with the others was troublesome. Then, we had to swing across the metal jungle gym, a few feet off the ground. Being only 5’7, it would be a dangerous fall. The rain caused the bars to be slippery, but we had to go through if we wanted to be called “soldiers.”
By Azarra Lucas5 years ago in Criminal