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Ugh! Millennials!
"This cant be right Ivan. Are you sure we're in the right place? " He looked down in his black leather notebook and then up at the sign welcoming us to the college campus. Pushing his glasses back on his nose he looked over at me in confusion. A look I didn't see from him often.
By Blue Dymond5 years ago in Criminal
Bitch Better Have My Money
“Bitch better have my money!” The familiar sound of Rhianna’s iconic voice rings out from the pocket of Nick’s dark and dirty jeans. He can simultaneously feel the vibration of his phone as he rides his old green Schwinn down the streets of California. Traffic is congested but moving steady and he knows, that if he is to make it on time he cannot risk stopping to answer then getting stuck in the dreaded rush hour traffic. Still, his stomach sinks but, hearing that ring tone always has that effect on him.
By Diseree Lee Zacher5 years ago in Criminal
Rightfully Theirs
The fire blazed from the light in the gas lamp. In fact, it exploded and sent the horses scurrying about, spooked by the blast. The cool October wind sent sparks into the air. Gaston Fellows’ buggy approached the lawyer’s office in 1896 Newark, Delaware. Somehow, the fiery show from the lamp post explosion seemed like foreshadowing to Fellows.
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Criminal
A Woman of Her Word
Philosophy is the science of understanding what makes people do things. Politics is the science of making people understand why they should do things. Blackmail is just the intersection of the two. In that way, at least Penny thought of herself as a Renaissance woman. It was the Italian High Renaissance, and her archetype was Peitro Aretino, but a Renaissance woman was a Renaissance woman, and if she was in the mould of an erudite, bisexual pornographer, so much the better. She sat back on the sofa she rescued from the curb, lit a thin, menthol cigarette, and stared at the small, leather bound journal.
By June M. Burton5 years ago in Criminal
On the Rocks
The instant Amie stepped into the shack and noticed Ronnie in the kitchen with his feet kicked up on the table, snow melting from the rims of his thick boots leaving a wet pile on the surface; her vision went red. Several hours passed since she'd seen him last. Her last look at him had been the back of his head as he sped down the road. He was blinded by the case and the money at stake.
By Emily kean5 years ago in Criminal
Storage Unit 59
He had a secret, and so did she. One had a black book, and one would live to keep a secret. Crystal chandeliers sparkled over the mammoth ballroom, a swirling mix of tuxedos and glittering designer gowns. The party dripped opulence with Washington’s powerful, greedy, and scheming politicians as piano notes rippled sedately over the conversations. The air hinted at luxurious perfume and expensive liquor.
By Stacy Whittemore5 years ago in Criminal
Nothing Is As It Seems
Alyson and her husband Dewayne decided that they would take their 7 year old daughter Abagail; Abbey for short, to Disney world for her 8th birthday. Abbey’s birthday would be in a couple of weeks, so they began planning. They couldn’t decide rather to fly, take a train, drive, or catch a bus. They compared all the prices and decided that driving would be the most affordable and they also had control over how many stops they could make and not to mention all the sites they could see.
By Rhonda Holt5 years ago in Criminal
The little black book
Life has a way of making you think deeply. People tend to get lost in thought over things that have little to no meaning to them though it feels important at the moment. I stand here thinking deeply about nothing as I wait for my dog scruffs to do his thing. I find myself listening to the crickets as they sing their melodies to catch their mates attention. They are humming unanimously to each other, just waiting for a chance to make the big move. I listen to the approaching tires of a car passing by. My thoughts turn to wondering if the person driving is headed to a barren house or if perhaps they have a family waiting for them. Could they have a slew of random people sitting around the house? Maybe I am over thinking this. I start to wonder what the person’s house might look like. I wondered if the state of the house match the dilapidated car that they drove. They could have a clean house with upgraded furniture, they are renting from a store that has been so well kept that they didn’t have time to care for the car. I mean it could be the opposite, this person could have the house filled with boxes of useless items stacked from floor to ceiling. It is always interesting to see how another person lives. It’s probably just my overwhelming curiosity or loneliness, who knows at this point.
By Eileen Holland5 years ago in Criminal
