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I can see your memories (Chapter one)
Its Christmas 2013, I’m sitting in the back on my mother’s old oversized chair, watching everyone gather around the tree on the snow-covered morning. None have yet to notice me. Though, they never do. I watch diligently as I pass out gifts and they are opened one by one. A huge smile lights up my face as I watch my mother open the gift, I bought her. She has a small smirk on her lips, already having an idea of what was in the long slim box. What she did know was how I wrapped it, but for how often I visit this memory, you’d think she would know by now. If only they knew I was sitting right here, watching my favorite memory. I listen to my mother laugh as she opens the box and finds another wrapped package.
By Shelby Schwartz6 years ago in Criminal
The Plan is Revealed...
Jay comes through a week later. It’s seven days later than I wanted personally but unsurprisingly he’s a very hard man to pin point. I spend two days tailing him from a distance, watching his every move and noting any patterns in daily activities. For a wanted man, he’s incredibly blasé about being in the public eye. He looks no different to before it happened. Maybe he’s trying to get caught. Maybe the guilt is eating him alive and he wants to pay for his crimes. I snort at the thought. He has no conscience, there’s no way he’d feel guilty. It’s 5pm when I see him enter the block of flats. I get out of my car and wait on the sidewalk, pretending to use my phone. Fifteen minutes later, my opportunity arrives. As a woman leaves, I run up the path calling for her to hold the door. I smile and thank her as I duck into building. I take the stairs two at a time heading for the sixth floor. I could have taken the elevator but the adrenalin is surging through me. By the time I reach his door, I am buzzed for a fight. I take a deep breath, knock on his door and step out of the way of the peephole. I stand with my back against the wall and listen. He opens the door partially and peers out. Without a second thought, I spin around the doorframe and barge into the door with such force that it allows me access and as an added bonus, knocks him back causing him to stumble. I slam the door shut behind me and before he has time to regain his equilibrium, I grab the collar of his shirt and swing him against the wall. I pin his neck with my arm and interlock my legs with his so he can’t move. I push all my weight against him as he gasps in shock from my assault. He’s getting off lightly, the bastard.
By Zoe Winterbourne6 years ago in Criminal
The Final Goodbye
“You brought me all the way out here to kill me? For what; so that I could enjoy the sunset one last time?” The man holding the gun sighed. “You know, this would go by a lot quicker if you kept your damn mouth shut.” The man at gunpoint chuckled. “You know me, Harry – can’t resist the urge. Then again, if you really knew me, then you would agree to talk this out instead of holding me hostage.” The man named Harry didn’t respond, choosing instead to prod the person in front of him. “Start walking up the hill, Chris.” His voice was cold and detached, with no hint of empathy. Chris sighed, and started trudging up the hill, Harry in tow, his gun staying pointed at his back. He ventured another try at a conversation, hoping that there would be some semblance of recognition from the man behind him
By Arvind Pennathur6 years ago in Criminal
Blacked Out
"What Happen" Thought A.J as he awoke in his front yard. The last thing he remembered was leaving school and then nothing until now. A.J stood up and turned towards his house, But something wasnt right. He headed to the front door and noticed dark red almost brownish splotches all over the ground and door, which was slightly left open. He slowly pushed the door opened and saw he was also covered in red it stained everything and smelled like pennies.
By A. J. Taylor6 years ago in Criminal
Five Fabulous Fictional Female Sleuths
Since Edgar Allan Poe kicked off the genre in 1841 with "The Murders in the Rue Morgue", mystery stories have featured, for the most part, male detectives from the Golden Age to the pulp fiction of the 30's and 40's all the way to the present day.
By Kevin Plumb6 years ago in Criminal
The Girl Who Played Joker
Chapter One The day it started My alarm woke me it was 6am in the morning time to get ready for my first day at my new school Otway high to be honest I was really worried I was not going to fit in but I had to go and face the first day and see how it goes.
By Amanda Spence 6 years ago in Criminal
The Shifting City - Chapter One
The week started badly when the Head of Poetry was found dead. It was of course always a cause for concern when an elected official died. There would be a mad scramble to elect his successor, and although he might only have been the head of a Fiction District there would still be fierce competition for the post. There would be questions of procedure in the event of needing to reassign the district to another section of the city, and a public funeral would need to be arranged. But more concerning than the death was the manner in which it had happened.
By Chris Preece6 years ago in Criminal
Clever as the Devil: Kimber Cassidy Mysteries #1 - Chapter 1
The Anniversary (press play on the video and keep reading) Music was drifting through the air from a relic jukebox, which was blissfully unaware that there was such a thing as Spotify. I watched the red neon light flash out the window, a beacon for the light foot traffic passing by the bar. On the inside, the ambiance was more dim and subdued, although I thought the word ‘ambiance’ was pushing it for this place.
By Kevin Plumb6 years ago in Criminal
The Dark Night Rider
Sounds of dark, sinister notes filled the studio room. A song her fingertips have played one too many times. A glass of red wine almost finished, resting on top of the piano. With a perfectly round rim of residue sitting beneath. Her eyes frown as she plays. As if she had been told some concerning news, or was playing in front of her parents; who were narcissistic and always dismissed her. Suddenly, the music stops. Like a foreigner walking into a bar in a new town. Her face glances up as she takes a deep breath and swigs the remaining wine left in her glass.
By The Soul Whisperer6 years ago in Criminal
