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The Stow Away
What good is all the money in the world when you are dead? Micky asked himself as he hid in a dark corner of an abandoned warehouse, behind a strange piece of equipment that seemed too new and shiny for its surroundings. Micky was a bright kid, but he always seemed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. He managed to get through high school but never cut it at the community college or working an honest job for that matter. So, he got by on a life of petty crime and running errands for a two-bit gang. When he wasn’t up to something shady or downright illegal, he was dreaming of traveling and writing a book about his journeys. A week earlier Micky had ducked into a little thrift store; not that Micky was particularly thrifty, he was just hiding from the cops and some hoods from the Prosciutto gang. While Micky pretended to browse, he was suddenly drawn to a worn little book. He picked it up and cracked it open; he was fascinated thinking maybe it had names and phone numbers of some real classy ladies. When he opened the book there were no phone numbers, no classy ladies, just strange notes in a language he could not read, and even stranger maps. There were at least a dozen maps he recognized most of the locations and thought it might be cool to check them out. Micky waited until the coast was clear then bought the little black book and disappeared into the night.
By Watson Brown5 years ago in Criminal
Don't Forget Your Umbrella
I asked myself, “Why today? Of all days, why did it have to be today?” Have you ever decided to leave your umbrella at home, thinking it will be fine; you bring it every day and never need it, only to find that that very day happens to be the day of the biggest thunderstorm in years? "Irony" is what I think they call it. This was one of those days.
By Kacey Miller Barrett5 years ago in Criminal
The Man I Never Knew
What is happening? Who has me? What is going on? There is a man dressed all in black, he is in my bedroom and he has me. He is dragging me out of my house. HELP ME!!! Where is my momma, did he get my brother too? Daddy! Daddy! Where are you? As he drags me out the front door all I see is lights and there’s people everywhere. What is going on. I am being placed in a car. Wait, this is a police car. I finally wake up enough to realize that there are police, no wait their vests say FBI, everywhere. I see my Dad; he is being placed in another car. There is my mom holding my baby brother standing with one of the FBI Agents. This has to be a nightmare, surely, I will wake up soon. Then one of the Agents is headed my way. I am 8 years old and I am scared to death. He is bringing my mom and my brother with him. He places them in the car with me. Mommy what is happening. She says it is ok baby, we are going to be OK. What do you mean we are going to be ok? I was fine sleeping in my bed. Why were we dragged out of our house? Where are they taking us? Why do they have Daddy? As tears rolled down my mom’s face, she simply said everything is going to be ok. As I sat paralyzed, I had to focus on something, anything, to settle my mind. The train station, that's it. Daddy would take me every Sunday to the train station, we would make a quick stop at locker #17 every time. I wasn't sure why but I didn't care because I knew when he closed that locker he and I would board the train and have a magical day of fun. My memory only flashed briefly as the noise of the night and my mothers sobs quickly took control back.
By Misty Monroe5 years ago in Criminal
The List
Emma thought it was a very peculiar thing. The item had no place in being there, yet as the Autumn winds blew the orange and red leaves around her feet, they revealed a small black notebook. She looked up and down the busy path with a furrowed brow. People bustled down the park thoroughfare, eager to go about their business, and doing their best to protect themselves from the elements. None of them looked concerned they had dropped what appeared to be an extremely precious item.
By Kenneth James Allen5 years ago in Criminal
Fernando Is A Good Man
"Fernando is a good man." How many times would I hear that one? Yeah, more than a few! Fernando might have been a good man. The definition of a “Good Man” depends on your point of view. Seeing the obvious signs of wealth, largely earned (let's say accumulated) and squandered, bullet holes throughout his past and wherever he had traveled, made it clear he was bad news.
By Michael Lott5 years ago in Criminal
The curse of the little black book
“The curse of the little black book” 2019 was the year my best friend Tommy was cursed; I say that because a string of events that took place behind this suspicious little black book lead him straight to his parent’s killer. I am Danny by the way, the only one that believed Tommy from the beginning, I was there through it all. See, Tommy and I grew up in the Suburbs. We met in the first year of high school, Tommy was the captain of the basketball team and I was the captain of the football team. We left high school at the top of our game when a tragic accident leaving both of his parents dead and several questions unanswered. Tommy's parents had private lives he knew nothing about, his grandmother was all that he had left.
By LaShawn Durrett5 years ago in Criminal
The Little Black Win
The Little Black Win By Faye L. Owens The mild weather in the Caribbean is always so inviting. It has been a hard year and a get away is just what I need. Losing my fiancé so unexpectedly, has been so heart wrenching. Hayden was so gentle and loving, yet strong and masculine. The decision was made. In one short week I am heading to Nevis, a small, but unspoiled island in the Caribbean Sea that is part of the Leeward Islands chain of the West Indies. This is where Hayden and I were going to honeymoon in September. It is March, and Hayden had flown down to check things out and start planning for our wedding on Lovers Beach. One of the most secluded spots in the Caribbean. He said he wanted to surprise me and make it special. Since neither one of us had family we were planning a small private intimate ceremony.
By Faye Owens5 years ago in Criminal
The Unexpected Parent
One windy day, in the architraves of San Sebastian, I was walking with my grandmother, Ellekah Mae, clutching my arm as she sometimes did when she felt weak or tired. She smiled at me, telling me my hair was almost as black as the rest of my siblings, my mind almost as sharp. Pausing on the bridge over the river Urumea, she looked down and muttered something under her breath about:
By Keira de Hoog5 years ago in Criminal
