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Birthday Wish
She awoke to the buzzing of the cell phone beside her, her head flat on the mattress between her two Sonoma pillows. The alert was probably about a missing kid, she thought. She lifted her head, only to feel like the ceiling was crushing her brain. She moved to her right side, settled into Pillow # 1, pulling Pillow # 2 to her chest. Welcome to thirty-one, she thought, exhaling. She drifted in and out of sleep for the next few moments, certain the missing kid would be found. When her phone buzzed again, she brought it close to her face, squinting, her glasses somewhere in her bedroom, hopefully not on the floor again. She read the notification: it was not a missing kid; it was a package delivered to her front porch. She still had her jeans on from the night before. Other than that, she was stripped.
By Conrad Ilesia5 years ago in Criminal
Scratched
I’m done. A guilty thrill ran through me as I thought those words, but I knew them to be true. I simply had nothing left to give. We’d been pushing this relationship uphill for seven years - three years too long - and I truly had nothing left in the tank. Emma had let herself go of late, her alabaster skin had now turned pallid, her body softened and soured.
By Jess Edwards5 years ago in Criminal
Coward
As a wife, the happiness that you once had believed was possible, being poured down the drain as you stare back at yourself in the mirror. Holding the ice pack to your eye and wiping the blood and tears from your face. The fear, hurt, and insecurities bringing on confusion and questions of "where you went wrong", "what you did to deserve this", and "how did you not see it coming." The fear that locks you into the relationship and keeps you held tightly to the very beast in which is devouring what is left of the rest of your hope, is enough to make you desire death daily once more. The screaming is only the beginning; just where it starts. It will only get worse from there. You've learned that first hand by now. So, the positive test in your hand looks best solved by a trip to the abortion clinic than adoption. Who could bear the abuse during pregnancy? And it would crush you if they "accidentally" did something to that precious, unborn baby. After three of them and the inability to use contraceptive, all you really feel like is a murderer yourself. Except, you are killing innocent children. What sucks even more is that you wanted every single one of them. You picture their faces and find yourself hating yourself because you couldn't protect them or yourself. You never even fight back. You're a coward.
By Star Besio-Sharp5 years ago in Criminal
True Happiness
I could not imagine it was happening. After what seemed like an eternal nightmare, I had finally found the treasure there was at least twenty thousand dollars or more, along with some treasury bonds and jewels. This moment was very bittersweet because Maci was not here to celebrate and feel the joy of this moment.
By Andrea Butler5 years ago in Criminal
Emma's Little Black Book
Emma grew up in Darlington South Carolina. She was uneducated yet extremely intelligent. By the time Emma was 17 she well known in the south. Some say she was a witch, some say she was connected to the underworld and others say she just knew all the dirty little secrets of the entire town.
By Ruth Durham5 years ago in Criminal
Madison Manhunt
Malcom Emerson has been sitting at the metal desk for what feels like an entire year, but in reality it's only been a matter of hours. Having to explain his whereabouts has grown tedious, so now he sits there, ignoring the officers who are speaking to him.
By Scarlett Rain Duffel5 years ago in Criminal
Oh, Evan...
In the old city of Axilla, street vendors line the tight streets, the smell of their frying food filling the air with a thin haze, peasants chattering as they sieve their way through the crowds. From the tavern, a blonde-haired man with fair skin and blue eyes stepped out backwards while vividly telling a tale of his head getting stuck in a chamber pot. His voice husky, and despite his wool clothes itching his skin and his leather shoes two sizes too big, Evan's smile was larger than life. Two men, Clyde and Davis, followed him, hunched over one another hysterically laughing till their cheeks soaked with tears and their chests tightened from amusement. As he told his tale, Evan swung his arms out. His arm meeting a rushing man's throat with a powerful wallop. The man was sent flying right on his back, and while holding his throat he let out an agonized groan. Three knights parting through the crowds with great urgency, hollering "GET OUT THE WAY! STOP HIM!". They came to a stop. All heads angled down to the man in the dirt, then to Evan who stood stunned, arms still held outward.
By DeJanae Faison5 years ago in Criminal
The Little Black Book
The gun is slick in my grip. I stare down at the shiny piece of black metal and plastic, almost not believing that I am holding this thing. As a teen, I loved guns. I always thought they made a guy look good. When I look at it now though, I just feel sick. My eyes follow the gun as it falls from my hand and down into the water beneath the bridge I am standing on. As the waves bury the gun beneath the surface of the inky black water, I can’t help but wonder how many other murder weapons have been disposed of on this bridge. The full moon shines down on me like a spotlight in the sky. It looks bright and cheerful, mocking me as I complete my dark deed. I turn away from it, suddenly feeling more shame than I have ever felt before. I feel the shame since I let something so beautiful witness the ugliness I have done.
By Eliza Scalia5 years ago in Criminal
Inheritance
James tugged at the jacket of the man lying face up in the snow, the eerie stillness of the cooling body, still pliable, something he hardly dared touch, but a place he had to go. The corner of the small black notebook edged out of the inside pocket and was just visible. James grasped the corner and slid it out, it was a small, black, leather-fronted notebook, with grubby page edges from constant handling, the leaves thickened by touch and held together with a thin fraying band as it was stretched with the content. He unwrapped the band and eagerly looked into the pages, the tantalizing hope of finally being able to solve the riddle of his fathers inheritance within his grasp.
By Andrew Cranwell5 years ago in Criminal
