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Legendary Short Stories
The Lone Biker He was a loner and always was. He never fit into society in any role except one: This dude was an outlaw biker. He didn't fit into any of the usual biker gangs though. They just didn't get him. Sure, he enjoy an ice cold beer with a few of his choice, select friends but they were loners just like him. Like this dude, they rode alone.
By Legend Gilchrist6 years ago in Criminal
The Reckoning
Detective Constable Kathryn O’Hara paced the length of the meeting room determinedly, her hands held out in front of her, fingers interlocked. She fixed her eyes on the constables who were sat around the table, collecting her thoughts.
By Ahed Attar6 years ago in Criminal
A Bump in the Road
We reached the third day of our journey and, to be honest, things were not going well. For a start, the sun had devised a cunning plot to bake us alive. According to weather reports, we were in the midst of the hottest May on record. So imagine our delight when the air con in Jem's car conked out on the first day of our holiday. I tugged at the collar of my sweat-soaked shirt and undid another button. "Jem, can't we crack open another window or something? For christ's sake, I'm melting over here!"
By Jo Little 6 years ago in Criminal
The Reckoning
Jerome stared, aghast, at the note. He felt a lump forming at the base of his throat. It was almost as though the writer of the note was pressing them to inform the Police with his insistent correspondence. If they did not approach the Police, what if he or she divulged the events of that night? Jerome would not be able to bear considering the consequences. The whole trajectory of his life could be altered. All resulting from the mishap caused by their simple prank. Jerome turned his eyes to the others seated around the table.
By Ahed Attar6 years ago in Criminal
The Reckoning
Kathryn meticulously studied Fred Williams’ calm visage from across the table. He was sat beside his Solicitor. ‘You and Robert Smith were good friends?’ She queried.
By Ahed Attar6 years ago in Criminal
The Great Ghost Detective
It was a dark and stormy night, which had carried over into the next day. Actually, it was a rainy week and I was getting sick of it. But it was October so I wasn’t expecting anything less in the month that was known for its frights and chills; it added to the ambiance. So as I sat there behind my desk listening to the rain pelting my office window, I was daydreaming about going home to snuggle with my black cat Voodoo, when there came a knock on the door. Without so much as a “enter” on my end, in walked the man of some of my dreams. He was tall and handsome with the most symmetrical face I’d ever seen, and his eyes were the most beautiful greenish gray. His brown hair was soaked from being caught outside in the downpour and I could tell that he had something on his mind. Something that would change my life…
By Laura Del6 years ago in Criminal
The Reckoning
Adnan buttoned his white shirt and knotted his tie, checking his appearance in the mirror. He brushed aside the loose strands of black hair which were strewn over his forehead. As he did so, his finger grazed the deep cut on his forehead. He paused momentarily, his finger absent-mindedly running over the inscrutable scar. Then he collected his thoughts and straightened his tie. He had to get to work before he ended up being late.
By Ahed Attar6 years ago in Criminal
The Reckoning
Mrs Anna Smith sat at the kitchen table, sipping her coffee. Her cheeks were speckled with fresh tears. She drew a steadying breath, wiping her eyes with the back of her free hand. It had been more than a week but she couldn’t stem the flow of tears. Robert is a wonderful man, loving father and husband. Was. Anna corrected herself, her eyes focused on the window overlooking the sunlit driveway. It had been more than a week, but everyday was difficult. She struggled to keep the fragments of her life intact. But she could not succumb to her grief. She needed to be strong, if not for herself, then for the sake of her children.
By Ahed Attar6 years ago in Criminal
Nowhere Worth Mentioning - Tyler (Part 1)
Please be home. Please. Be. Home. Tyler pedaled down the empty street, breathing in icicles and breathing out steam. Not paying attention to the people who looked at him as he raced passed them at top speed. He could hear the sound of police sirens, so far away but he knew they would catch up soon enough. He swerved around parked cars, not stopping and not showing any signs of slowing down. Two more blocks and he’ll be in the comfort of his own home.
By Anna M6 years ago in Criminal
The Reckoning
Greg had dragged his tiring body to the shore. They grabbed and hoisted him onto the embankment. He spluttered and coughed, water spurting from his open mouth. The rain relentlessly hammered down around them.
By Ahed Attar6 years ago in Criminal
The Reckoning
The sun glimmered in the clear sky. It’s yellow rays glanced off the bonnet of Kathryn O’Hara’s car. She pressed down on the accelerator, her car gliding along the motorway. Her and Frank were returning from the University of Belgram.
By Ahed Attar6 years ago in Criminal
The Reckoning
The rain fell in torrents, ricocheting off the surface of the umbrellas and splattering into the dampening mud. Greg stood still, his knuckles turning white, as he clenched the handle of his umbrella. His eyes were focused on the casket as it was lowered into the grave. Robert had departed like Salim had all those years before. The memories of that night had become clearer and clearer over the last few days. They haunted Greg’s every waking hour, threatening to consume him.
By Ahed Attar6 years ago in Criminal