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The Debt Collector
I wrote his name in my little black notebook after our first encounter. James Sturgeon. Like the fish. The final name in my list of victims. Names I could call upon at a moment’s notice when I found myself in need, so to speak, which was more often than I cared to admit.
By Robyn Neilsen5 years ago in Criminal
Uneasy Money
It was a chilly February morning. Saturday, the day he was supposed to be off, but there he was at the shop, and by himself at that. He was fine with it, he was a lone wolf, anyway. He found people to be annoying, and it was amazing that they would practically blurt out their life's story in places like the line at the supermarket, This old rural waste of a town, where most of the factories had closed, and the population had made way for petty criminals and dollar stores. He was stuck here, with a wage that twenty years ago would have been considered bordering on rich, but now barely meets the middle class, and few connections.. He had more in mind than this, he thought as he banged through his work, pressing this, programming that as the aluminum bars formed into parts, based on what he told it to do. He reflected back to just a couple of years prior, when the old boss used to hand crank the machine. He chuckled out loud, what a sap. People were so averse to change that they would rather hand crank and get burned by the little bits of metal than be able to use a simple computer program and be able to do other things, like sit in their office watching porn.
By compassion245 years ago in Criminal
Something Went Wrong
I wake up lying on a cold, hard basement floor in a room I don’t recognize. In fact, I don’t recognize much of anything, including the man completely prone next to me. My head is aching, and when I touch my right hand to my temple my fingers come away with blood. That may explain the most important thing I can’t reconcile… Who the hell am I?
By Amanda Shea5 years ago in Criminal
Misfortune
Kana- My alarm went off at 5am on a Saturday morning. I woke up, and brushed my teeth. I got dressed, wearing a black and green zebra striped Nike Pro sports bra, black Nike Pro capri-length weighted leggings, black Nike Crew socks, and green, teal, and white Nike running shoes. I put my red bicep-length hair with blonde ombré in a braid and stuck my AirPod pros into my ears.
By Jade Zemlock5 years ago in Criminal
The Execution of Marissa Wilkes
November 3rd, 1975 Reed Thatcher never wanted to become a journalist, on the contrary, he wanted to become a novelist, a mystery novelist to be exact. His parents, on the other hand, saw that career as unrealistic and gave him an ultimatum, either pursue a more realistic career or go without their help in school and possibly failing. So, of course, Reed broke and gave into his parent’s demands.
By Kasey Ratliff5 years ago in Criminal
Stranger From Within
Out of all my senses sight was the last one to come back to me; I could hear a murmur of voices, feet shuffling and doors opening and closing. It smelt like bleach…pine? No…lemon…I inhaled again definitely lemon, there was a metallic tang…and stale food. I licked my bottom lip, it was dry and cracked, I could taste coffee and…chicken? My stomach growled; I went to clutch it when a sharp pain zipped up my left arm; I grabbed it with my right hand. There was a tube on my arm I traced it up with my fingers and frowned…it was in the nook of my arm…a needle…my eyes shot open wide and I blinked a few times before looking down at my arm, then to the bag hanging off the stand. I frowned as I scanned the hospital room…there was nothing in the room except a tv, chair, side table, a window, a couple of machines I was attached too a door to the bathroom and the bed I laid on. I stared at the machines, watching the lines go up and down as my heartbeat…I tried to remember what happened last night, but nothing. I looked at my arms not a mark on them, I pulled the blankets back and looked at my legs…again nothing. My body felt stiff like I had not moved for a week; I threw my legs over the side of the bed and grabbed the IV stand before making may way to the bathroom. I glanced around looking for personal affects, I went back into the room and went to the side table…nothing but a bible. I frowned as I sat on the edge of the bed, glancing around the room again. I reached and grabbed the chart at the end of the bed, glanced at my wrist and turned the hospital bracelet…all it had on it was Jane Doe. I looked at the chart, again it had Jane Doe where my name was supposed to be; no date of birth, no next of kin, no previous medical history at all. There was a time and date of when I was admitted, it read 11:24PM 08/04/2018. I read it again and frowned, did I go to a party last night? Did I get alcohol poisoning? Was I drugged? Where were my parents? Was I robbed? Is that why I do not have anything with me? I put the chart back and headed back to the bathroom for a shower.
By Shawnee-may Green5 years ago in Criminal
Missing! Book 1: Sierra Dawson
Kenzie is a 16-year-old girl who helps families around the world find their missing children. Her best friend Michael is 15 years old and is part of the team. They both go to Melbourne High School in Topeka, Kansas. They have been phenomenally successful in their adventures and have made a lot of friends who help on missions.
By Mikayla Wright5 years ago in Criminal
The Execution of Marissa Wilkes
The night was warm, much too warm for a December night, even if she lived in Florida where they were known to be a warm state. She takes a drag from the cigarette that she had been holding between her left index and middle finger. The game was coming to an end, she knew it was, or maybe it was only just beginning.
By Kasey Ratliff5 years ago in Criminal
