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The Little Black Book
Tom Bell sat with his head held in his hands, elbows propped on the dull metal finish of the interview desk staring into the remainder of his coffee. It would be an understatement to say that he was not having a good day. He took a deep breath, but he could not focus his thoughts they kept crowding his mind with catastrophic scenarios of a life in jail and the grief this would cause his family. His world, which up to that point had rarely hit any high notes and felt like it was consistently off-key had now decided to take a sudden and dramatic turn for the worse. That morning he had only had to contemplate being unemployed and unable to pay his rent, now he was waiting to be interrogated for a murder and robbery of a man he hadn’t even known before the day began.
By Nathaniel T Hawkes5 years ago in Criminal
The Little Black Book
The Little Black Book The Escape The walk home from working the farm was especially tough that night. The ether surrounding me felt firey as the moon gently kissed the snow-lined pitch-black path that winded through the forest towards my home. I liked to think the translucent flames flowing from my ill existence melted the snow revealing a path towards my sanctuary but that was either the medicine talking or my temperature giving me confidence. The lights were out when I finally reached our ornate arched doorway. The air within smelt of stale dust and a day's pay sloshed, swallowed, and gifted to the floor. I could tell it was rather well heated earlier but the cold was slowly grasping the attention of the room. Within the fireplace only embers were left, fighting darkness till their last breath. I tried to empathize but I felt a strange sense of jealousy towards them. You'd think a lady as resourceful as I would have remembered to chop some wood for such a brisk and unforgiving night, but I guess he had too many whiskey sours to feel the cold. Judging by the expression on Jack's face, I'd say he was pretty content with the quality of comfort he was experiencing. At least he wasn't aware of me hiding my earnings.
By Rose Feliciano5 years ago in Criminal
The Rabbit and The Salamander
Most people won’t believe this story, but it doesn’t matter. I know what I saw. As I sit here on my bunk in FCI Lompoc, writing this all out, the memory itself seems like the culmination of a fever dream. Perhaps that’s why I’m writing it out. Trying to fix the details of it in my mind before they slip away.
By Matthew Hutchings5 years ago in Criminal
World of Sh*t
They wheeled her in, screaming, swelling with life. A large woman and her still growing foetus, the latter being slowly and all too soon ejected from his motherly chamber, that origin of the world. As I mopped the white floors, nauseous from the sharp smell of the cleaning agents, the nurses and a doctor rushed the woman down the corridor where I’m sure there were devices for both mother and child. Curious, I feigned to clean outside that room to see if the mother would keep her life, if the child would begin a new one. I heard the doctor spouting orders to the nurses; the doctor, that clean blue-eyed and manicured gentleman who would never say good morning to me, the lowly janitor. He, to whom I say, “Excuse me, please” when needing to walk by as he blocks my way, never responds with even a derogatory remark. I don’t exist in his high plain, and he can’t see me way down here in the valley of the sallow.
By Michael Z. Atrata5 years ago in Criminal
The Waggish Traveller
Albert brushed the crumbled dirt from the roots of a tree before turning to sit. The day was hot, and the shade was a welcome break from the beating sun. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and removed his derby hat to wipe the sweat from his brow. Dark curls fell to his forehead and clung to it from the moisture.
By Kelly Retz5 years ago in Criminal
