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The Conversation
Stewart pressed the .380 firmly to the back of Ursula's head. Ursula was barely responsive to the gun's nudges as she sat with her hands and feet bound to the steel chair. Ursula's body was drenched in blood and sweat. The 9x9 concrete room felt damp. It stunk of sewer water and cement. Rats squeaked in the vents over their heads. There were only three bulbs lit of the eight plastered on the ceiling.
By Ebony Palmer5 years ago in Criminal
A Surprise Discovery
A Surprise Discovery A ‘Gary Jackson’ short story Finally, we had the keys! Granted, the place wasn’t great. A two-bedroom end terraced house that, to be honest, was in dire need of some freshening up. Maria, the landlady, had at least made sure the place was liveable even if she hadn’t done a lot about its aesthetics. The electrics were safe, the combi boiler worked fine, and there were no signs of damp in the kitchen or bathroom. Her argument that we could renovate it as we saw fit was nice if you’re young and naïve as we were, but as my dad had pointed out, Maria still owned the place and we’d effectively be paying to renovate her house.
By Adam Guest5 years ago in Criminal
Breakdown
Annie Tucker was cruising along US-1 in the no-man’s land between Jacksonville and Daytona Beach, Florida. Her ML430 cruised effortlessly at 75 MPH with the sunroof open and Tom Petty blasting on the stereo. She loved her new Mercedes and all its toys. She watched the GPS navigation display on the dashboard — the arrow pointing south, showing she was about ten miles from St. Augustine, the country’s oldest city.
By Darryl Brooks5 years ago in Criminal
Your number’s up
The rain was pouring down as she pushed her hip into the door of the diner and practically fell inside. It wasn’t too busy for that time of night; only about ten people were huddled inside warm and dry from the rain. She slid into the closest booth and wondered whether she’d have coffee or tea.
By Tammy Byrd5 years ago in Criminal
Do You Ever Wonder? Why?
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. I wish you could hear the sound of this. The morning groans of a 20 something year old female going through a quarter-life crisis. It’s me. I am she. Wondering is pretty much all I do these days. Questions about life and about the senselessness of our world are seemingly my oxygen. I have no time to linger in my thoughts, however. It’s an important day. Not for me but I’m sure for someone in the world. For me, it’s the same routine. So, out of bed I go and into the kitchen. Fast forwarding through the monotony of this particular Monday morning, I find my shoes clicking against the pavement. They annoy me. Then again, everything annoys me.
By Sabrina Johns5 years ago in Criminal
THE RED SUV
He says, "damn Donny what car was it meant to be." Donny replies, holding onto a black duffel bag, "a red SUV is what we are looking for." He says, "damn these duffels are heavy as hell for ten grand each." Donny replies, "shut up and stop crying, can you see the SUV yet." He says, "no I can't but there are many cars in this car park."
By Eddie Cola5 years ago in Criminal
The Little Black Book
The Little Black Book Calypso’s Dilemma By Jones Harwell The long screech and smell of diesel informed Cayla that the bus has reached the platform. Gathering her things, she waits to pay her token. Clink. Pressing down the aisle, she takes her usual seat. It was a glooming evening. The only sound was the engine humming, and the creak of the seats as the bus made its way down 91st Street. Briefly closing her eyes, she rubbed at her temples; the pounding of the migraine becoming more prominent in force as she took each breath. She removed her glasses, giving them a quick wipe before placing them back on her face. She opens her eyes again and quickly glances at her hands. The scars, unusually visible ache, adding to her discomfort and brings back an uncomfortable memory. Blinking it away, she continues to stare out at the blurred buildings in the black haze.
By Lisa Harwell5 years ago in Criminal
Twenty Thousand and the Book
“Never for the life of me would I imagine I would make it to be an old man. My life in those younger days, well… let’s just say I wasn’t all the way on the right side of the law. That’s why I’m here.” I said, getting choked up in the process.
By H. G. Ross5 years ago in Criminal
A Night At The Movies
It was September 3rd 7:59 Opening Night and the people was lined up down the block. I was so excited that we was opening with Anatomy of a Murder, it was James Stewart's newest movie. The movie also starred the beautiful Lee Remick, what a doll !
By Doug Kelley5 years ago in Criminal
The Black Notebook
The Black Notebook Creeeeaaaaak. The door swung open, and Saul Stanton and his little dog, Louie, stepped inside. The building was dark and smelled terribly. Saul dug a flashlight out of his backpack, shining it around the room. Louie took to sniffing everything, his brown and white spots flickering under the light. There were no furniture or belongings. Just some dirt and leaves on the floor.
By Hallie Calvin5 years ago in Criminal
The Little Black Book
The Little Black Book Calypso’s Dilemma By Jones Harwell The long screech and smell of diesel informed Cayla that the bus has reached the platform. Gathering her things, she waits to pay her token. Clink. Pressing down the aisle, she takes her usual seat. It was a glooming evening. The only sound was the engine humming, and the creak of the seats as the bus made its way down 91st Street. Briefly closing her eyes, she rubbed at her temples; the pounding of the migraine becoming more prominent in force as she took each breath. She removed her glasses, giving them a quick wipe before placing them back on her face. She opens her eyes again and quickly glances at her hands. The scars, unusually visible ache, adding to her discomfort and brings back an uncomfortable memory. Blinking it away, she continues to stare out at the blurred buildings in the black haze.
By Lisa Harwell5 years ago in Criminal
