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Losing Hope!
Joy Francis stood in the crowd in shock and agony, watching and waiting for the Paramedics to remove her only child and daughter, Hope’s body from the house she has owned for three years. The mortgage has twenty-seven more years to go before her dream house would become her own. Zion, her son and only child, and Joy’s only grandchild had thirteen more years before he could get a permit to drive. Fifteen more years before he would graduate from high school and enter college. He had eighteen more years before he would become an adult. Now, he will have to do all the above without a mother and a father. She got the call from Christine, Hope’s best friend from Elementary School. Living an hour away, Joy drove as if she was fleeing from Satan and arrived at her daughter’s house in half the time.
By Annelise Lords 5 years ago in Criminal
Sunflower
“It’s all up here” I responded slyly as I stared into her glittery brown eyes. That smile could set any heart a glow and I knew just what to say to ignite that radiance. Every word a gentle stroke, every gesture sent a breeze to calm any foul thought. I was a dream to this goddess sent to earth. I would deliver her from any hardship. She could rest in my arms knowing no harm, no ill will shall befall her in my presence. I am her knight and she is my moon.
By Daniel Ringo5 years ago in Criminal
Mittens
It was ghostly quiet as he walked down the sidewalk. He saw the streetlight just slightly shimmer off an object that was slightly covered by the green shrubs on the side of the concrete edge of the Johnson’s Bank. He bent down, slowly, and only then was the deathly silence broken by his gasp. Holding his right side, where the bullet had pierced through him early, he slowly picked up the pristine black notebook. He stood there panting. The world wasn’t growing dark yet, but he sure thought it lost its shine. Pain does that, at least to him, distracts him. He looked down at the black notebook he picked up and strongly considered throwing into the water on the other side of the street. Surely this bound paper couldn’t be worth the pain he just experienced. Picking it up was clearly a mistake, although this made him consider the mistake he made earlier, in getting punched with a bullet in the first place.
By Daryl Benson5 years ago in Criminal
We Were Partners. Top Story - February 2021.
“Hello Tim,” I greeted, squeezing past the organized piles of junk on the floor of my brother’s apartment. I set the few bags of groceries I had picked up earlier for him on his cluttered kitchen counter. I suppose I’d forgotten what it was like to live single—no one cared about the mess. My nose wrinkled at the smell in the air. Just because we lived in Amherst, Massachusetts, the permeating stench of fish in his apartment did not make it any more bearable.
By Nathaniel Warren5 years ago in Criminal
Talon Lake
“No, I don’t think Chantelle always had that little black notebook. At least, she didn’t have it the first few times I met her. I think it showed up last summer, right when she started asking so many questions we all wondered whether she was writing a book or something. But she moved to Nelson a little under a year ago, at the end of winter. I remember seeing skis in her truck bed when she first drove in and having a good laugh with the guys, wondering what she thought she was getting herself into. Nelson might be high desert, and it does get cold in the winter, but we haven’t seen snow in decades, and even then it was just little flurries. No one’s going skiing around here.
By Lacey Doddrow5 years ago in Criminal
Web Of Lies
As Jessica sat in her room doing homework late one Saturday night, she suddenly felt as though she were being watched. The time was around 10pm, and Jessica could hear the sound of something rumbling in the bushes outside her window and started to feel uneasy. Jessica slowly rolled off her bed and walked towards her room door. As she reached out to grab the doorknob, she instantly saw a flash coming from her window as if someone were taking pictures of her. Jessica was freighted of what she had just seen. She quickly opens her room door and shouted, "Dad help me!" as loud as she could. Her father ran downstairs to check on Jessica and make sure she was safe. After Jessica had told her father what had happened, her father went outside to make sure no one was there. When Jessica's father returned, he had told her that someone had run away from the house and had left behind a weird, mysterious looking black book.
By Danielle Albright5 years ago in Criminal
Trash
“Why did I say that I would do this? Why did I let him hustle me into doing something he’s not even sharing with me? I must be out of my mind!” Linda says under her breath as she moves back and forth between the roadway and the ditch picking up trash with the ‘grabby thing’ the supervisor of this clean-up gang gave her and putting the trash in a bag she carries with her.
By Merrie Jackson5 years ago in Criminal
