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Kevin's Homecoming
Present Mark Fletcher pulled into the drive at the side of the house. The rain beat against the windshield and obscured almost every detail beyond the hood. With each pass of the wiper blades, he caught glimpses of the porch and yard. No lights were shone out from the lower half of the house, which he half expected. Dad never turned on his lights until late evening when the shadows nearly hid everything. He peered through the top of the windshield up to the second floor and saw the faint yellow glow from the center window.
By Eddie Dollgener5 years ago in Criminal
My Name is Ted
Hello Ted. You are late online today. What’s been keeping you? Good evening Jeff. Yes, had to attend to a little family matter. It took longer than I anticipated. How’s school?
By Rex5 years ago in Criminal
6 Feet Under
Strapped with a tape recorder and microphone, Michael walked into a mansion style building with a valet, classical music, and glass chandeliers.
By Tiffeni Crawford5 years ago in Criminal
Smile is the best distance between two people
One early morning at the end of 2004, a police car blaring a siren was chasing a panicking white van on the streets of Detroit, USA. In the van, a man armed with a gun frantically stepped on the accelerator and fled. His name is Douglas Andrew and he used to be a professional boxer. Just 20 minutes ago, destitute, he armed a gun and robbed a woman who had just withdrawn from the bank.
By Gi Conli5 years ago in Criminal
Bundle of Joy!
"Babe, I can't even count how many times we've tried to conceive. I'm over it. I just want to be done trying. I don't want to try anymore." Xavier's wife Rylee sadly expressed. As she sat on the toilet and looked at the negative pregnancy test she contemplated on how she felt like a failure for not being able to give her husband what he desperately wanted more than anything...a child. Standing six foot four with a chiseled, muscular frame and skin as chocolate as a Hershey bar, Xavier kneeled down to his wife and looked her right in the eyes.
By Tralandice Hogan5 years ago in Criminal
Blissful Ignorance
Prologue: It has never been easy for me to say what I feel. For some reason, my tongue would fail to pronounce what I wanted to say. Even when confronted, I could never properly convey my emotions, I would just swallow my pride and quickly resolve the matter. However, when I would write, it was like magic. I could make up the best scenarios, say all the right things, and always touch the readers’ hearts. A lot of people would always comment on how I was different through text as well, because at least then I could convey what my intentions and heart were at. Every single thing I have said or done was intentional, with purpose, with calculation. My mind and feelings were always silenced and bottled away.
By Maria Romero5 years ago in Criminal
Never Drink & Talk
Sheriff Sly Thoth walked his lunch plate into the kitchen of Belle's Bed and Breakfast. Although, it hadn't been just a breakfast in decades. Belle loved to feed people. And Sly suspected the extra income from the additional meals helped her maintain the lifestyle she enjoyed and allowed her to support her favorite Pair-a-dice Charities. Every charity in Pair-a-dice was her favorite.
By Lucia Kuhl5 years ago in Criminal
Grimous
The next morning, James felt refreshed. It was a brand-new day. He loves the fact that he never knows what's around the corner. James was sitting typing away at his computer. In strolled Stewart, walking into the office as if he proud of himself for something none of us knew about. James had already made the morning trip to the local coffee house and had Stewart coffee order ready for him arriving.
By J Carter5 years ago in Criminal
Saturn in Retrograde I 1:7
Seven Milt Seebaum followed Pat Ireland into her little apartment, noting the soft smell of womanhood as it rose to greet his nostrils. His own place never smelled like that, he thought bitterly. Inside, the refuse of an over-intellectual woman that had sublimated her femininity in a pile of boring course work, lay scattered around the dim room. Text-books lay half open, revealing diagramatical constructions that were as perplexing as the inside of Pat Ireland’s head. Mountains of papers were stacked precariously upon a flimsy computer desk. A few dirty dishes rounded everything out. It was a normal, boring, compact place; the place a thirty-three year old faculty member might be expected to live. There were framed posters of The Beatles, and a screen saver of Stonehenge. There was the regulation poster of the Eiffel Tower bought in Paris. It was bourgeois chic. “Make yourself comfortable Milt. Want something to drink?” He felt the first few stirring of excitement grip him. How long had it been since he had been offered a drink by a young woman? “Sure,” he said as evenly as possible. He was getting a little nervous now. What was she expecting him to say, “hell no”? “How about a beer? It’s what’s handy.”
By Tom Baker5 years ago in Criminal
Final Gift
The fog lay heavy and thick across the courtyard as a sole figure emerged from the dark shadows along the tree line. She stood alone, glancing about her surroundings. Pulling the hood down further to cover her face she silently made her way alone the cobbled stone path. In the distance a tight grouping of buildings provided a dim solitary light in the fog.
By G MacDonald5 years ago in Criminal
Sidewalk
Every man flinched as each woman screamed. Each male knew the sound of his mate from the neighbouring delivery rooms like albatrosses that recognise their partner's call.
By Leo Dis Vinci5 years ago in Criminal
The Terrible Escape Of Chester McGuinnel
The Wells Fargo carriage rocked on its axles as it picked up speed on its way out of Fort Monroe. The springs squeaked and the wood clunked, and before long things settled into that easy rhythm that you can tune out as you travel. Jared Gossler looked about. He was in for a full night of travel atop a miserable rickety stool that was already gnawing at the bones of his considerable rear. Three months now he’d been moonlighting on this security detail, and within two weeks he’d requested a cushion or a more comfortable chair. “Discomfort’s good for this job,” the boss had said. “Comfortable guards fall asleep.” With that, he would hear no more. Jared was getting close to bringing a cushion in from home. Marybeth would throw a fit if he did and forgot to bring it back, but the hell he’d catch would be worth it. This stool could grind an ass to powder.
By Tom Martin5 years ago in Criminal