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Thomas Lane
My Heart stopped as my knees grew weaker. Cars are frozen in the streets as on lookers try to figure out what happened for someone to scream like that? The commotion grew greater and greater making me feel like they knew it was me, paranoia hit me like a right jab from Tyson.
By VampOut Comics5 years ago in Criminal
Thomas Lane
A thick blanket of fog tucked the city in as everyone are nestled in their homes on this ordinary Christmas night. The snow crunches under my feet as I make my way up to the upper estates. The upper estates holds the city's most spoiled, pompous assholes Ridge Crest has to offer. One in particular is my first target named Andrew Hopper, you see Mr. Hopper bullied a fellow student of our senior football team last year for his sexuality. The whole team just stood, watched and laughed as the student was ridiculed. They wouldn't let up, and later on that night the student shot himself to put an end to the misery. Does that make me worse than my teammates because I failed to stand up for him? Maybe, so I've decided to make up for not doing my part as a human being and stopping the madness. Did I forget to mention that Drew's a closeted Homosexual as well? What!? you don't say, Mr. " bully someone for being Gay " is Gay too. That's not my lifestyle I just hate bullies and no one should be pushed to the point of committing suicide for not living life the " correct way ". Look at me ranting in my head like a mad man, but this made me smile from ear to ear with my blood boiling. What a nasty combination. Nose running, teeth chattering and my hands frozen as I gripped this cheap mask from the gas station. I can't forget Sofia, no she's not a target; she's my grandpa's hunting knife. The curves on this knife is so beautiful like the curves on Sofia Vergara so I was holding on to her with the fear of losing her in this heap of snow that I'm stomping through.
By VampOut Comics5 years ago in Criminal
Wicked Blood
PROLOGUE WIND HOWLS THROUGH the deserted harbor of Ivanthe, Oregon. The sky begins to darken, and clouds swelled with cold, bitter rain threaten to pour over the silent city. Bursts of lightning follow soon after, steadily making their way from one end of the city to the other. No one dares to go outside; those caught outside are trapped within the shelter of their cars.
By Izabella Lora5 years ago in Criminal
A new Superhero Story - Part 1
The city dark and full of dusk. Light post’s broken down, sparkling. They have certainly seen better days. The streets cluttered with trash and hopelessness. A gas station lit up at night, being robbed. The caretaker’s inside, shivering in fear of a man, dressed in a strawberry suit holding a gun to his head. His costume bright red and a little worn. On his head sat a red hat with green leaves sprouting from the top, his face covered in red makeup, and his legs covered with black pants. He is fully dedicated to his act. The strawberry man says to him: “Hands up! This is a strobbery!!”. The caretaker getting the key and unlocking the cash register, a young man in a green shirt and blonde hair tackles the strawberry. “GAH!” they both go. The strawberry, not understanding what just happend, drops the gun and looks around, but only sees the floor. Suddenly his arms are pulled behind his head and he begins to kick and move as much as possible. The blonde holding him down with all his might, the previously shaken up caretaker now holding a shotgun to them both. Without much thought, the blonde young man lets go and the strawberry makes a dash for it. BANG the shotgun went and missed him.
By Lynda Rose5 years ago in Criminal
STREET TIES
It's funny how things go in the hood. The game that we were dropped in and made to love was just a revolving door to the pen. My homie, Woo, was getting released today, and I told my dawg I was going to catch him when he touched down. He did 10yrs flat in Angola so with that being said, I gotta greet my dawg, right?
By Corey Jefferson5 years ago in Criminal
Kevin's Homecoming
Chapter 18 Present Paul stood on the front porch of his home in the late afternoon when they drove up. He had been pacing for most of the day, and the spent energy etched darkened circles under his eyes. When Paul saw Kevin sitting in the front seat, a tremendous sense of relief swept over him. He thanked God silently for the answered prayer and slowly released the grip he had on the porch rail.
By Eddie Dollgener5 years ago in Criminal
It Can't Wait
They never caught me and they never will. They have never seen me, for I am invisible, even as the either that surrounds your earth. I am not a human being, but a spirit and a demon from the hottest hell. I am what you Orleanians and your foolish police call the Axeman…
By Micah James5 years ago in Criminal
