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The Little Black Book
“Will this take long?” Beth Spencer fidgeted with her wedding ring while Arnold Snow, the attorney, checked her passport. His office on the top floor of a seven-story building in Downtown Brooklyn was basic at best and nothing like she’d imagined. The brown carpet smelled moldy, the white walls showed cracks and damp stains, and the furniture had seen better days. “It’s uncomfortable for me to be here since…” Her eyes darted around the room before she finally met his gaze. Arnold reminded her of a toad, the way his fat head seemed to be attached directly to his shoulders, rather than his neck, and his bulgy, almost yellowish eyes peered at her from behind round, black-rimmed reading glasses. “Well, since you were the last person to see him alive,” she finally said.
By Lise Gold Author5 years ago in Criminal
A Life's Lesson in A Little Black Book
As I sit here sipping my hot mocha latte at my favorite coffee shop I gaze out the window as always. He's sitting there like usual 7:15am sipping his hot black coffee. I know our favorite coffee shops are rivals and that we don't have much in common however, he is by far the most attractive man I have ever seen and I am so intrigued by that little black book he has with him. He has hazel eyes and short blonde hair, he is about 6 feet tall maybe a little taller and is very buff. He carries it everywhere and never puts that thing down. Except today I guess, oh wait where is he going? He just got a phone call and left abruptly, it's highly unlike him. Oh no...he left his book behind. I don't even know his name...yet but I am about to know a lot more about him. I jet across the moderately busy street as I go into the rival coffee shop and ease the book into my purse. I order a mocha latte just to compare the taste and to my surprise it's not half bad. Not as good as across the street, but depending on what I find in this book I could make it work.
By Jammie Alexander5 years ago in Criminal
A mother’s getaway
I wish it didn’t have to start like this, I really do wish. Where do I begin? I wonder how you will all quite judge me, although I do suppose that is your role here. I told myself I couldn’t do it, I wouldn’t be able to and everyone else was none the wiser.
By Sara Karim5 years ago in Criminal
the little black book
Sounds of sirens fill the street, cars driving past me down the highway. The sound of the street lights fill in the gaps. The bridge where I normally walk from work just reminds me how bland my life is. In the middle of the bridge is usually where I stop and light up a cigarette so I can sit down and enjoy some what of what I call peace before I get to my apartment, which is filled with noisy neighbors that wear cement blocks for house slippers. As I sit, listening to the street lights, the tobacco burning simultaneously, the wind picks up and blows my cigarette, flawlessly, into my shoe and immediately starts burning my foot. I retreat the cigarette out of my shoe and drop it on the ground and regather myself as I’m screaming on the sidewalk like the other people at night around here. As I bend down to pick up my now burnt out cigarette, I see a brown, paper bag under the bench where I was sitting. I cautiously pull it out from under the bench because who knows what bullshit is in bags around here. As I’m opening the bag, I see a little black book on top of what looks like half a million dollars, just a large sum of money appearing from what seems like my dreams. I close the bag, pick it up and tuck it into my jacket and casually walk home. I splashed the bag of contents onto my lovely coffee table and just stare at the money. I’m already thinking about what car I’m going to buy, what house, what clothes, what life I’m going to buy! I’m definitely not showing up to work tomorrow. I immediately called my boss and told him I quit. The douchebag doesn’t even know who I am, I work 12 hours a day stocking up for his smoke shop and he can’t even remember my name? Whatever, who cares. I put the phone down and check out this little black notebook that was more importantly at the top. I open the book up to a list of names, addresses, phone numbers, bank accounts, you name it, all of this info on 12 people. I check all the pages for personal notes to identify anything about whose stuff this was. Nothing. “Knock! Knock!” A bang at my door set me off guard because I never get visitors. I don’t have friends or family so I don’t know who this would possibly be. I look into the peep hole quickly and quietly, it’s dark. They’re covering up the peep hole which means they intentionally don’t want me to know so that means it’s time to leave. I grab all the money and the book, shove it into a backpack and jet to the bathroom and escape through my window. I continue down the fire escape and sprint across the street to seek a hiding spot but just found a dark alley. I see a group of men, dressed as like Russian hitman or something from a James Bond movie. They also had guns and turtle necks under their leather jackets. All they need is a perm and they’d fit the 80s cop look. They scurried down the street away from me. I start to get up and feel an arm approach around my face to put me into a head lock and a gun to my head. “Move and I shoot.” - mysterious person said ever so calmly which immediately made me shit my pants, metaphorically (I hope), so I did what the person asked. This mysterious person takes off their mask and threw it on the ground and told me to listen and I’ll live and turns me around. It’s a girl. Like in her 20s. Man card revoked how I just let her man-handle me like that, congrats to her, well done. She begins to tell me, “we’ve kept our eye on you for some time, did you think you found that bag by luck?” “I thought this was a set up” I strategically said. “No setup, we knew you’d take the same route home like you do everyday. We needed a nobody to secure the bag and give us enough time to read the contents.” “So am I now a spy or something? Are you going to kill me now?” I said quickly. “They will find you and kill you. If you don’t want that, follow me.” She takes me on a wonderful 2 hour journey through the sewers into a facility underground with the foundation of brick and shit. Lights inside like it’s a normal house. “That’s not normal” pointing to the chocolate water outside the door.” “Get in.” She ordered. The light shines down her face for the first time and noticed that she definitely applies moisturizer on her face due to the shine and a normal workout routine. She takes me to a room with a large metal box, the size of a room with a door on it. Above it, a line of people on a balcony saying after another “welcome back” in the scariest of voices. “But I’ve never been here” I said confused. “Yes, I thought you’d say that.” I’m handed a tablet showing 1st person videos of me doing horrible things, murders, assassinations what it appears like. The camera pans out and shows me. This has to be fake. They bring me passports, clothes, paperwork, more videos indicating that it was me but how? The mysterious old man mutters, “Before you is the path to the past and the future that you once took. You were our best assassin, completing jobs no one else could. Until you went rogue. You stole all of the names of everyone in this pact and we could not afford that out in the world. So we made you bring it to us.” I collapse to my knees in silence and confusion still trying to understand. “I-“ gun goes off.
By Gage Tunnell5 years ago in Criminal
little black book
I will never forget the day I found it. It was flagged as anomalous and sent down the conveyer to land in my bin. At first, I assumed it was another smartphone as it was encased in a protective sheath used for those old devices. I remember thinking that the AI must need an overhaul for flagging this. I broke the surprisingly still intact seal and shook out incalculable wealth.
By Sean Patrick Kensinger5 years ago in Criminal
TRIBULATION
The rain spiralled into a hypnotic dance, darkness overriding, with a lingering aura of dread. Misery spread like plague, the lifeless expression on Malcom's face would make anybody turn in fear. His pale complexion and droopy eyes from 82 restless hours would make anyone question if he was a zombie or not. Yet his eyes were so alluring and mysterious. A brown so dark, they almost seemed black.
By Hannah Palmer5 years ago in Criminal
The Stone Throwers
The Stone Throwers A story of guilt and innocence. By Henry Alessandroni *********************** When they kept on questioning him, he straightened up and said to them, “Let any one of you who is without sin be the first to throw a stone at her.”
By Henry Alessandroni5 years ago in Criminal
The Ocean's Assassin
The waves of the ocean crashing against a day's worth of worn in sand is a calming and familiar loudness I can't seem to place. The problems I have faced throughout the week simply wash away with the tide. It cleanses me. I get so dirty so quickly, not with soot or grime from working hard physically, but from draining myself mentally. I am so drained. So exhausted. Her siren songs call to me in my darkest hours and I have no other choice but to drive towards her. Nothing in me wants to resist, even if it may not be a wise decision to go see her. I'm in love with her. How could I possibly neglect those emotions and force myself to suffer from the sharp dagger that is my desperation for her? And so I go.
By Mackenzie Froemming5 years ago in Criminal
I Guess Now We Are Criminals
It was a brisk November evening in Des Moines, Iowa; Alice was mindlessly swiping left and right on her recently created Tinder profile. She stops on one profile that catches her eye. His name was Derrick, he had 2 cats, no kids and a seemingly nice job considering the backdrop of most of his photos. How can this guy be real? How would he ever be single? She asked herself. He was beyond hot, prompting her to swipe right an lo and behold they matched. She couldn’t believe her luck, how could a guy like him be interested in a girl like me? She felt her heart start to race a little when he messaged her asking how her day was. They talked all day and night and he seemed to be really interested Alice. He was asking all sorts of questions about her life and family. After about a week of chatting, Derrick finally asked when they could meet up to meet face to face. Although she felt like she had known this man her whole life after only a week, she opted to meet in public first. Derrick suggested a nice dinner at one of the fanciest restaurants in the whole city. He lives further out from the city so he told her he would just get a hotel room for the night. She thought “I know where that’s going” but told herself that she will just have to see how dinner goes first. Little did she know she had absolutely no idea how this date would end.
By Allison Sheesley5 years ago in Criminal
