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My Milkshake Brought the FBI to the Yard
Absolute silence is much louder than people think. It hums aggressively in the ears and wraps around your senses like a wool blanket, itchy and uncomfortable. I’m also itchy and uncomfortable as I try to avoid the piercing eyes of my best friend, Gwendolyn. Don’t let her whimsical name fool you, she’s as much Tinkerbell as a Doberman fitting into a teacup. Hah! She eyes me, unimpressed, and my smile falters. The chair creaks under my weight as I nervously shift, reaching for the damp napkin under my sweating cocktail. My drink and I have that in common at the moment, it seems.
By Aja Anderson5 years ago in Criminal
Swooping Terror
My eyes shot open in terror, I scanned my room knowing something felt wrong and that's when our eyes met. How could I have missed it? He was right above me waiting to swoop in and end my life. My body froze in fear. Not for me but for those I love as well. So was this how the story of my life came to an end... Right here in this room, I called my own, in the bed I took comfort in. My mind raced as I'm sure anyones would when facing their potential final moments. yet, although my mind pounded with thoughts and my heart pounded in my chest, my body laid still, my eyes fixed on him in the dark. His cold steely eyes held nothing but a murderous intent but why? What had I done to deserve such a fate? The thought had but a moment to linger in my head before he swooped down on me with a murderous fury that compelled my body to action. I threw myself from my bed onto the floor grabbing the first thing I could, An old running shoe, was this to be the tool of my salvation. It would have to be, for if not the story of my life would end in tragedy on this night. My attacker lunged at me again but this time I was prepared, I brought the shoe up and down across his body sending him spiraling to the ground. This was my only chance. I quickly delivered a finishing blow to my adversary and it was over as fast as it had begun. The shoe fell from my hand as I now towered over his nearly lifeless body.
By Martin Stones5 years ago in Criminal
The Kick the Bucket List
My worst nightmare began the day I discovered the little black book in my mail. The Mailbox Restriction Law prohibits placing anything in a mailbox without postage, but I suspect whoever dropped this beauty on me wasn't concerned about breaking federal law.
By Stuart Murray5 years ago in Criminal
Beggars' Pride
Arnold woke up alone. The brisk morning found him lying under his nylon sleeping bag on a pile of cardboard. Today he was using a grocery bag full of used grocery bags as his pillow. Despite the cold, it looked like it would be a beautiful day. Arnold lived under a bridge on the outskirts of town. It was mostly quiet, and the river kept him company.
By Jacob Mason5 years ago in Criminal
The Little Black Book
Welcome to Verizon Wireless. Your call cannot be completed at this time. Please contact the billing office at … I put my phone down, shaking my head, having listened to the same disconnect announcement twenty times. I pick up my wine glass and drain the last of the crimson elixir before realizing it’s one o'clock in the day, and I’ve already finished an entire bottle. I get up, tossing the glass into the recycling bin before going to the wine refrigerator and pulling out the most expensive bottle I have left. As I pop the cork, my doorbell rings.
By Melidee Matthews5 years ago in Criminal
Aunt Mathilde
As far as most members of the Marchmont extended family were concerned, Aunt Mathilde had never existed. The saga of the Aunt who never was began when Rachelle, aged twenty-three, received a call from the family lawyer. A kindly old man who’d served the Marchmonts for decades, Jean-Luc was a dear friend, but he’d never exactly had cause to call the youngest of the Marchmont cousins - nor had Rachelle ever done anything warranting such a call. She was, after all, utterly unremarkable.
By Sarah Salisbury5 years ago in Criminal
Executed Love
A single tear drips down his face as he begins the story. It seemed like it had been two years since we had got a night on the town. Our sweet baby girl almost one now, and just starting to walk. I looked at my wife as we entered the house. She was so beautiful! I could not believe how lucky we were. I could hear Dorothy crying so I headed up the stairs. “wonder what has got my little Dotty upset?” I thought. When I walked into the nursery, it was as though my heart had stopped beating. Everything was going in slow motion. My mind could not comprehend what my eyes were seeing? There he was with his mouth on... At that moment. Before I knew what had happened. I jerked him back and punched him right in the mouth! The next hit caught his nose I felt it crack beneath my fist. I could hear my wife screaming in the background, but I could not stop! He was screaming. she was screaming. I could do nothing but cry and hit. This man, who had violated my baby girl. At some point, I realized all the screaming had stopped. Now I was crouched over the lifeless body of my wife’s brother David. I had to get him out of my house. So, I picked him up on my shoulder carried him down the stairs. I could feel the warm sticky blood draining down my back. Where are my Keys? My head was swimming! My car keys were gone, along with Julie. I found his keys threw him in his car and headed to the river. My mind swirling with rage then I see it, the blunt in the ashtray. I need to calm down! What am I going to do? I picked it up several hits later I see the lights flashing in the mirror. When I pulled over and tried to explain no one would listen. After searching the car, the police found several pounds of meth packed ready for delivery. They also found David’s Dead body. I was facing trial for possession and murder. The combination of a felony and murder put the death sentence on the table. I never saw Julie or Dotty again. When they placed me in my cell on death row, the warden delivered a Moleskine Black Uptown Leather-Bound Notebook, a pen, and a letter.
By Angela Kay Dollar5 years ago in Criminal
DUKE LEMORE
In such moments pressed in unordinary circumstances I would have to thank my inquisitiveness. I’ve always had a sense of charisma, developing what one would call ‘soft skills’ at a young age and always finding a way out of trouble. Explaining to my oblivious parents that the reason why I kicked the new white fridge was because I felt we didn’t need it; that the older version chilled my ice cream just fine. As a reward for my economic expressions I got a bowl of the cold stuff, and even a few extra scoops. Thirty years later and that’s how I continued to live my life, always aiming to get those few extra scoops.
By Autumn Peralta 5 years ago in Criminal
Slow Poison - Chapter Six
Chapter Six Cheltenham December 8th He let himself into the basement flat with difficulty. The padlock seemed to be out of alignment, as though recently forced. The unlit steps down to the entrance would not allow a clear view. Piles of damp newspapers littered the space around the door. A shirt lay crumpled along a sill, a makeshift draught excluder. A dirty towel was pinned over a broken window, keeping something out, or something in. None of the lights in the dingy apartment seemed to be working. The place was bitterly cold. The body sprawled across the filthy sheets in the curtain-less bedroom looked like a corpse, long dead from hypothermia, a Belsen wreck.
By David Philip Ireland5 years ago in Criminal
