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Waiting for Sirens
Well now you know my story. I could’ve been selfish Nate. I could’ve set you up the way they set me up. But I wanted to do something worthwhile with my life. So, I decided to save yours and I need you to save mine. I know they will try to kill me once you complete your first task, so follow these instructions:
By Ales Saund 5 years ago in Criminal
Secrets Exposed
Tawana Horton Secrets Exposed My name is Layla Santana, and I work as Judge Kelly’s assistant in Atlanta Georgia. At the age of twenty-one I was living with my granny Pete striving to just make ends meet. I had seen a ton of corruption as my time serving as an assistant to the judge. My ultimate dream was to pursue law school, and become an attorney, but those were just dreams. My granny, and I could barely afford the two bedroom apartment we were renting let alone afford college, and law school. So you see working so closely with the judge , and coming in contact with lawyers was the closest thing for me. I had been with the judge for about four years, and had learned his routine. I had also learned of the abundance amount of corruption, lies, and deceit that came with the judges’, and attorneys involved in the judicial system. Over the years I had watched them schedule swingers meetings through encrypted emails. I had witnessed lawyers sleeping with judges in order for their cases to go in their favor. The most shocking, yet disgusting thing I discovered was that the police, and judges’ would together target certain urban areas to harass. See there was a plan that I would eventually discover after scrolling through the judges’ email that I was assisting. The urban areas though weren’t the cleanest, were the most profitable. However, most businesses in the area were owned by black people. There were encrypted emails, and secret conversations between judges’ and the police on how the target harassment should be handled. Things had to be handled a certain way in order to keep the public, and business owners unaware that the area was actually being intentionally targeted. Though this kind of harassment wasn’t new to the black community, nor these thriving businesses it was the fact that they couldn’t prove that they were being targeted. Most times police would show up, and demand licenses, fake noise complaints, or simply just state that the businesses were becoming a safe place for drug trafficking. Oftentimes planting drugs on many owners that would ultimately cause the owners arrest, and the permanent closing of their business.
By Tawana Horton5 years ago in Criminal
The Little Black Book
The year is 2020 and what a year it has been. Between a global pandemic, economic crisis and a long list of natural disasters, there is a young girl in her early 20's who through tragedy has had an event of good fortune. Yes, you heard right, 2020 wasn't all bad for Bella. Okay, yes, her grandparents died in a tragic house fire caused by an electrical storm (she is very sad about this of course), but she was also left $20,000 in their will. Bella already has a list of ideas in her head about what she wants to do with such a large lump sum of money. However, before all the glitz and glam, Bella must attend to the legal side of things. Tomorrow she has been granted access with her family to search through the rubble of the burnt home, you know, for anything sentimental that may have survived.
By Eva Slivka5 years ago in Criminal
Hello?
It was the same thing every time, every new location brought with it a new body, one that seemed familiar but so distant. So far there have been twenty victims. I didn’t understand it or how it worked at first but then I realized, a new address or location would only appear on a new page after I found the body and made sure she got laid to rest.
By Nura Elmagbari5 years ago in Criminal
Nice Dress
This dress is bad luck. I love this dress, it flatters my body, hugs my curves and makes me look thinner than I really am. I have good legs and its short enough to show them off without being too slutty. It’s hot, but now I hate it. I’ve only worn it twice before today. Once on a dinner date with a guy I thought I liked. He had an anxiety attack and left in the middle of dinner. It was the dress, but I didn’t know that at the time. The second time I wore it I was at an awards ceremony. A waiter tripped and fell right on the floor in front of me. Drinks and glass went flying all over but not a drop touched me or the dress. The waiter knocked his front tooth out and bled all over the while linen napkin he had draped over his forearm. Now, here I am locked in a motel with a psychopath. He might kill me and all I can think about is this jinxed dress.
By Debra Hulten Nava5 years ago in Criminal
