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The Proposition
Do what you’re supposed to do, and your life will be easy. Well, easier said than done. Nothing in life was ever easy. Not everything in life is hard, but anything is possible it’s the right frame of mind. Believe it, then it will happen. Somehow, I tried my hardest to change my boring life. I went to my boring little cubicle job every morning, slaved away while staring at a computer screen. I would occasionally talk with my coworkers in the break room if I felt so inclined. I did this every single day.
By Natalie Bittner5 years ago in Criminal
Moleskine
I had dreamt of studying abroad since my elementary school days. It was on my “to-do” list of life accomplishments, so when the college of performing arts accepted me into their program, I was practically on the next flight out of the states to begin my big adventure, right out of high school. My parents were skeptical, and in my opinion at the time, were a couple of worry warts, especially my mother. She always thought the worst case scenario was the only scenario there could ever be. Despite the worry, and constant arguments from my parents of why I shouldn’t be so far from home, I still made the decision and moved across the Atlantic Ocean to begin a new life in the beautiful, vibrant and cultural city of Milan, Italy.
By Amy Philbert5 years ago in Criminal
Daughter Outlaw
Once Daddy's revolver was found in the glove box, it's pretty standard procedure from there. They cuff Daddy, and all us kids begin to cry so loud the group of uniforms outside the car turn in our direction. It's apparent that they can hear us, but none of them even budge. Daddy notices their response and requests that the arresting officer allow him to say his “goodbyes” to his children crying in the backseat. The man grabbed the center links that locked his hands to one another and drug him in an awkward manner towards the back door. Shuffling in sync behind the man with the badge, Daddy appeared smaller than normal. When the gentleman reached for the handle, that is all the permission we required.
By Star Besio-Sharp5 years ago in Criminal
Little Black Book
Detective Emel, a 43 year old NYPD vet stares at the body of a young woman near a dumpster in an alley. The trench coat shielding Emel's body from the slight chill in the air, sets the detective apart from the surroundings... Emel's brow twitches, perplexed by this seemingly random act of malice. This woman has nothing of value, not even a cell phone, so the likelihood of a family close by is slim to none, but Emel has had a string of these occurrences as of late; this just so happens to be the latest... There's something missing. Something very important...?
By Nupage Entertainment5 years ago in Criminal
The Guilt of Howard Shanks
I don't know how it happened. It started like any other Friday night. I found myself once again staring at the red dice in my hand. I call the bartender to light me up as I pull out a cigarette. I twitch as the dice roll out of my hand. After a good few rounds, my luck finally runs out as the dice begin to stop. A 6 and a 1. Dang, there goes all my money. Only this time I couldn't afford to lose. I curse under my breath until I hear someone shout "I won" from across the bar. I look up and see his face. He had the clothes of a rich man. I follow him out of the casino appearing as indistinguishable as possible, lagging for a little bit till he turns into an empty alley. I call out and ask him for a cigarette. He reaches down and that's when I shot. Everything freezes as I watch him fall backward. I quickly come to my senses and search his pockets for the check he had just won. I find it stashed within a small black notebook with the initials "H.S." I decided to take the notebook along with the check to make sure there was no evidence. I run back to my apartment fleeing the murder I had just committed. I decide to wait a few days to cash the check-in to make sure no one would trace it back to me. I threw the notebook on my desk and look at the amount of cash written on the check. 20,000$! That's more than enough to pay off my debts, along with rent for a few months! But then it set on me like a paperweight, I just killed a man. I have a drink to ease the guilt and try to sleep it off
By Hammerhead Softworks5 years ago in Criminal
Of lobster dinners and chinchilla blankets
The day I got sacked, the secrets that I tracked in my little black book went on the auction block. Isn’t that drastic? Isn’t that cold? I would be asked if I opened my trap about it. What is the worth in retaliation? they would also ask.
By Mary Jennings5 years ago in Criminal
Bag, Book, Bundle, and a 38
Michael felt the messenger bag swinging awkwardly and hitting him in the side as he jumped from rooftop to rooftop down a closely packed and filthy part of Chinatown. This was supposed to be a simple job. But then he'd been seen running away, so that added a name to the list in his little black book. And that name belonged to a sister who wasn’t nearly as innocent as she looked. But a risky ‘chance’ encounter in a mostly empty park had at least shown that she hadn’t seen his face, so she wasn’t really a risk. And she’d been nice. In a not so innocent way. So he picked up “Angel” and decided to spend the day with her.
By Mark Abukoff5 years ago in Criminal
Little Black Book
Detective Ally McIntosh was sick of this shit: sick of shitty coffee, hard-back metal chairs, stale doughnuts, and preachy people. She was tired of trying to be sober. Her last incident, she just had a couple of drinks and drove her unmarked police car into an unsuspecting dog and killed it. She did not think it was really a problem, though; she could control herself if she wanted, she just didn’t. Internal Affairs investigated, and they suspended her for six months and forced to see the department shrink and go to AA meetings. The people in the meetings were sympathetic, happy, and all and seemed to mean well but had no idea what the real world was like for her.
By Tony Blankenship5 years ago in Criminal
Evelyn
My decision had been made within the hour. I had left in time because no sooner had I began my mission, but the government vans pulled up and parked outside of our building. My legs felt shaky as I pried the chain link fence aside and pushed through the small steep hill of very dead and overgrown grasses and weeds between our neighbor’s house. When I glanced back, I could no longer see our building. I wasn’t as guilty or afraid as I was impatient. Waiting any longer for my brother, Navi, was just as good as waiting to be killed. Besides, he had been taken away by officials a month ago, for questioning, they said. Waiting to be picked up was ridiculous. I knew it, and only wondered why they hadn’t come for me sooner. I lay on my stomach and peered over the crest of grass with a clearer view of our building. The large white vans parked up in front sat still for a moment longer. Then, the men in their white armored suits piled out and knocked on the door. I winced as they punched the door in and entered. I pinched the pocket of my coat and felt for the small raise indicating that the envelope was still there. I crawled down the embankment and hurried through the next few blocks, trying to get as far from the house as I could.
By Mearyn Roscoe5 years ago in Criminal
