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A Simple Man
"Honey, don't worry." Harold says inspecting the barrel of his gun. He pretends he's listening to his wife as she asks him the same thing she asked before he left for work. He fumbles as he tries to pull back the hammer dropping the gun to the desk.
By Ellis L Grimshaw5 years ago in Criminal
So Let It Be Written...
"As I told you many times over, Agnes," hollered out Peter as he stormed back into his office, "the reports must be put in separate binders for each board member! I needed this yesterday!" The door slammed shut with his last word. His face was beet red and both hands were clenched to the point where he could feel his fingernails digging into his palms. He found himself ridden with stress ever since he found his wife’s note that she was leaving him. For him, it seemed to come from out of nowhere as he felt completely comfortable in their relationship. Apparently, she didn’t feel the same. He could have fought for her but instead he just turned to his career. He became obsessed with work and had to make sure everything and everyone was perfect.
By Steve Donovan5 years ago in Criminal
Cryptocurrency Resolved
It was a cool rainy windy day when we came up with the idea. Online currency. Something that could be accepted as a universal online source of payment. A barter tool that people would invest in for trading back and forth. Something we could grow our assets and after we had enough people invest, we could back out from the market, and disappear. It was the only solution so we could consolidate our debts and come out on top.
By Ruby Estelle 5 years ago in Criminal
Not Dead Yet
NOT DEAD YET The day started out like any other. Bright, Sunny...My daughter got on the school bus as usual at 8. I went through my day, like I do every day, cleaning. The phone rang, I answered I only heard breathing and then the caller hung up. About an hour later the phone rang again but I only heard heavy breathing.
By Robin Bramlett5 years ago in Criminal
The Mind of A Calculated Predicament
It was a lovely day, like any other day. Courtney Winston walked out from her suburban driveway. She had been living in her three-bedroom house for a year. Courtney didn't have a family of her own, so Courtney turned her spare bedrooms into a workout room and home office. She had a touch of OCD and friends told her she was wound so tight, she would snap one day. Having been a recent graduate from Columbia University School of Law, she was well on her way to becoming a top-notch lawyer.
By Emmanuel Motelin5 years ago in Criminal
Good Karma
Good Karma When you are weaker than your adversary, you need a weapon. Tessa Keating hid hers under grandmother’s photo albums in the attic. Even if Vince had found the old, worn black book he would not have considered it important, certainly not lethal.
By Ramona Scarborough5 years ago in Criminal
The First Page
I eagerly watched as L stood and moved to the front of the room. She walked with slow, steady steps, a look of contemplation and perhaps even hesitation on her face. While I understood the reasoning behind both expressions, it was not at all what was swirling like a storm inside of me. I was beyond excited, gleeful even. L approached C and held out her hand. C silently placed the little black notebook in her outstretched hand, and L returned to her seat. I was next. As I made my way towards C, I struggled to keep a dignified pace. C smirked as she handed me my notebook, as if she knew I couldn’t wait to start. After I returned to my seat, C looked at us both. “Congratulations. You have six months to complete your notebooks. Good luck.”
By Nicole Werner5 years ago in Criminal
Me and My Island
Them newspapers called me homeless, but that ain't the truth. I got a home. If you ask me, I got a palace! I grew up on a small island in Florida. Down here, we call 'em keys. But they’re really just little islands off the coast. My island has been our family home for a few generations. We was mostly fishin’ folk. I guess I still am, I just don’t run a fishin’ business like my grandpappy and his pop used to. When grandad first came, it was still called Clam Island.
By Jenni Stahlmann5 years ago in Criminal
The Book in the Wrong Hands
THE ACCIDENT SCENCE There are several people at a crosswalk waiting for the signal to change. Several cars go by as the walk sign suddenly changes to walk. An older gentleman steps into the street and all of a sudden, a car slams into the man. Several people are looking around in shock as the unidentified car speeds away.
By Damon Keith DeCree5 years ago in Criminal
