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Predator and prey
Zara laughed. It was a glittery, rollicking laugh that bounced off the crystals in her cavernous shop. ‘Treasure Hunt’ was always full of customers and she took pride in the variety of handicrafts she sold. From items that cost a few dollars to the heirloom pieces that had been lovingly restored, there was something for absolutely everyone. It had been featured in tourist magazines and blogs on several occasions, but she always made sure the photographs did not include her.
By Sophie Chenoweth5 years ago in Criminal
A God Among Sheep -- The Rise of Maria Salvatore
Had a blast writing this scene out of my new Ultra Low Budget female driven mafia Feature A God Among Sheep -- The Rise of Maria Salvatore, took me a fucking week, and still needs some tightening, but I think it's funny which you need in an otherwise dark and violent script.
By JD Glasscock5 years ago in Criminal
Owl be Watching
Tom thought he committed the perfect crime when he murdered Serene in the woods. After all who would bear witness to his unthinkable act? A deer? A bird? Just the thought made him scoff. He never intended to take Serenes life. When she said she needed to see him he thought it was to mess around, but no the test she showed him and the two lines it bore sealed her fate.
By Sarah Rinaldi5 years ago in Criminal
The Roseville Massacre
In the small town of Roseville, there was no crime. Everyone knew everyone in town. Locals shopping at the small business. On East Rose Street lived the Thornes. The Thornes were the sweetest family. Mrs. Thorne the local florist, Mr. Thorne, the sheriff of the town, and their daughter Maci. There was something peculiar about her though. As her family would say she has a “figurative imagination” and “night terrors”. That was not the case, Maci was telling the truth. Yet nobody in her family believed her. Her mom would tell her “oh sweet Maci, it was just a bad dream”. This all started on a horrifying day. Maci was walking around the woods. She was enjoying the scenery. The smell of pine swirled around her. The Autumn leaves floating to the ground. Then that euphoria came to a halting stop. She noticed a hand sticking out of the leaves. The bright-colored leaves that used to bring her joy now brought her horror. She was in such shock she did not know what to do. The town that is known for no crime is becoming the opposite. She stood there speechless. Not knowing rather run or scream. She tried walking back home telling her everything will be alright. Her hands were shaking with anxiety. She got home and tried to tell her what happened. Her mom said “it is impossible for crime to lurk around this town. There has not been a crime in over 50 years. The last crime we had was when little Carl Randal stole a pack of gum from the Mr. Howards grocery store. I can not believe you are making this kind of stuff up.” I could not go and tell the police, they would talk to my dad. If my dad heard the news he would say the same thing as my mom. I had no corner to turn to. Nobody to talk to about this heinous crime. There was nothing I could do.
By Madison Busch5 years ago in Criminal
Miscalculated
Joel Ornstein, if that was even his real name, had been following a woman he came to discover was called “Angelina” for the last three months. He had been standing in line at the bank when a teller opened a new window, and in the rush to be first, had run straight into her. Her beauty had flashed at him in an angry grimace as she looked at him, and Joel had apologized and politely motioned for her to go ahead of him. Joel had trailed her from the bank and discovered she was a yoga instructor at a nearby studio. He had been watching her there for over a month before following her home one night at a great distance. He was pleased to discover she lived within walking distance from her studio. After determining where she lived, he had gone back home, and the next morning, after he watched her enter the studio and start her first class, he made his way back to her home.
By Shannon Sharp5 years ago in Criminal
Prison Bliss
Juan wakes violently with a vision of a barn owl trying to tell him something. Struggling to remember, wondering why he is locked up 1000 miles away from family and friends having to fight strange enemies. Indians that look like his homies move in mysterious ways like ghosts and demons staring back at him in the mirror of his third eye.
By Clarence Bell III5 years ago in Criminal
The Unknowing Night Owl
He was running. God, he was running so fast. “Have I always ran this fast?” It’s been 2 years and 11 months since Marcus had seen anything else outside his two man cell and the occasional time spent outside in the yard. Serving a ten year sentence for manslaughter, Marcus, or “Night Owl” as his cellie liked to call him due to the fact that he was up late every late, had been devising up a plan to break out of prison and head south. Just south. No actual plan beyond escaping, and getting as far away as his feet would take him. Maybe he’ll change his identity and get a job as a cook in a night club somewhere in Tampa. Maybe he’ll run into someone at said night club and score a good paying job as a roofer or something. He was good with his hands, and aside from being a fantastic cook, he was also a skilled craftsman. He wasn’t worried about the struggle of what came next. Just getting the hell away from Powhatan Correctional Center.
By Charity Faye Alexander5 years ago in Criminal
