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Lady luck and the cash
Angela had been living the dream, the rural nightmare of snakes in the house, pythons with their heads down the loo and drapped across the cistern, bats flying through and roosting in her bedroom when she thought a couple of days in the city would help. A week of concrete and exhaust fumes, trains, buses, people pushing against each other as they make their way from their home boxes to work boxes to exchange labor for money to sit and sleep in concrete boxes always refreshed her and rebooted her love for nature and her peaceful and productive life as an artist.
By Lindy Collins5 years ago in Criminal
Renumeration
This is it. You're outta luck. Outta luck and outta time. The sudden, stifling journey in the boot of an unknown vehicle all but promised you that. You search, frantic for evidence contradicting your guilt, but it's no use. You know. They know. Pretty much the entire town knows. Something has been amiss over the previous week. The air of the room in which you sit has a dreadful smell. A dampness that tickles the throat and behind that, something sinister.
By Crispin Case-Leng5 years ago in Criminal
Memoirs Of A Paperboy
One second can change your life forever. My one second came when I was just 16 years old. Until now, I have never talked about what happened on the summer day that changed my life. Which set me down the path that brought me to where I am today.
By Edward Anderson5 years ago in Criminal
The Fast Track
“The best samosas in Queens!” His eyes twinkled like the oily sheen on the pastries. “Hot and fresh!” I believed him. Wisps of steam fogged up the glass display case. On any other day, I would have scarfed up enough to make me sick. But today, I was already nauseous.
By Sudipta Quabili5 years ago in Criminal
The Woman Who Got Out: Mission Impossible
"You sent Jacob for my daughter," Ava said with a stern face. "I-I didn't know she was your daughter. I'm sorry please don't hurt me!" He replied. Ava turned to her duffle bag and pulled out a sharp machete. She walked up to him and cut off his head. The two bodyguards that had been at the door started to walk her way. She grabbed another sharp machete from her bag and ran to them. As it touched their necks she slid the blade straight through their throats. Their heads and bodies clatter to the ground and bleed out creating a sea of blood. She spots a safe in the room where she decapitated the boss, and she goes to look inside. She didn't have the code, so she took her machetes and cut it open. The safe door flew open and inside were pictures of her father and mother. Taken from public places they had been. She walked out of that room and back down the stairs taking her machetes in hand, she decapitated the people there. One by one, by one, by one. After she made sure everyone there was left headless, she grabbed her things and left.
By Rebeca Feier5 years ago in Criminal
Heisted
“And there goes another woman,” Charley said from the passenger seat, “look at her too. That dress.” He let out a whistle. Errol didn’t look. He simply flipped the pages of his black book, each page turn flashing drawings of the interior of the building before them. Bank codes. Account numbers. Delivery truck routes. Personal information on each employee. Until he finally reached the page where he marked how many people come to this particular bank on Tuesday mornings before 10am. He added a tally mark to the “women” column.
By Harrison Sissel 5 years ago in Criminal
Witness List
Tessa Ryan quickly locked the front door of her empty home as she stood in her foyer soaking wet, out of breath and covered in blood. Her heart beat wildly in her chest as panic and dread filled her body. All the lights were off but the open living room and kitchen illuminated in bright baths of thunderous light as the sheets of rain battered down around her small home on Poinsettia Avenue. It was nearing eleven-o-clock and thankfully for her, her husband and two small kids were out of town for the weekend on a camping trip giving her much needed time to get rid of the evidence and put her plan into action.
By K.H. Obergfoll5 years ago in Criminal
Wrongful Trust
The farm house on Willowshire Lane had been in the Hollowell family for years. Some might say it sank its clutches into poor Buddy Hollowell but to those who knew him, it was the other way around—well, that is, until she came along. It was the prior winter when he met Meredith Lawson, a young twenty-two year old fresh out of college who had applied at the firm of Hollowell and Sykes and it wasn’t long before the now aging Buddy Hollowell had taken her under his wing. He was well on his way to a third “retirement” in the legal field and was looking forward to it—which was his mindset until Ms. Lawson came to the firm. Meredith Lawson was an eager woman—spritely, precocious and full of questions and Buddy soon realized she was overqualified for her job as his personal assistant and decided to allow her to take part in his investigations.
By K.H. Obergfoll5 years ago in Criminal
The Silent Foot Falls
He sat alone on the grassy berm, staring up into the cerulean evening sky. He liked to look at the clouds. A lot of people did- they could see things in them. That cloud looks like a so and so, a this and that, a dog, a cat, whatever it was. That was the short game though. The long game played out a little differently. When Alphi looked at the clouds, he liked to see how they were connected. To imagine how they could be connected. Each cloud might be something, but the whole sky was a picture. Why was the dog chasing the cat? Who took care of the animals? He was interested in the answers to the questions that the whole picture asked. He could see a wispy cloud glowing with dim bands of yellow and orange as it crossed the horizon towards the sunset. Where was she going? A strong tailwind was blowing a larger mass of solid clouds behind him. What would he do? Why?
By Brett Schoenfeldt 5 years ago in Criminal
Craigslisted
It’s been a hard few months. A global pandemic forcing all of us to quarantine inside. Social gatherings ruined and endless time spent alone with only your thoughts or Tik Tok. It seems like a metronome is going off in your head counting the minutes since this has all began. I lost my job, along with many others and was financially tanked. Forcing me to move back into my childhood home with my parents.
By Madison Miller5 years ago in Criminal
