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Disadvantaged
DAILY NEWS: Hello everyone, I am Hellen Carter of today's daily news and I'm here to report that more than ten disabled people ranging from the ages of nineteen to thirty have gone missing this past month alone. The latest victim is a twenty-one-year-old by the name of Mark Jenkins, his parents had reported him missing last week and last night his body was found dismantled and discarded inside a black bag in the streets dumpster.
By Lonely Whale 6 years ago in Criminal
The Mistress
As I sat at my vanity looking at my pale white skin, I almost wish I was of more than middle class. I examined my lightly beige silk lined dress, and my hair which was hardly out of place, wishing for a simpler life - a life where I was still in love, a life where I didn't dream of financial independence, a life where I was happy and excited every time I dressed with such elegance.
By J.Jackson6 years ago in Criminal
Escape
I had to duck for cover, and I made it just in time before they spotted me. I saw the patches on the jackets of the biker gang I betrayed, and I knew that if they saw me, I would be dead within the hour. And it wouldn't be a quick death.
By Ian Worrall6 years ago in Criminal
White Rose
The bus I was riding in ran over a pothole. I was lifted off my seat and the fear I’d been feeling since I left my apartment intensified. My breathing came in shallow, choking gasps as I clutched my backpack close to my chest. I shoved my face into the comforting fabric as my heart beat erratically. The steady pressure of it came across as a powerful rushing sound in my ears. Every nerve ending seemed to tingle with fear. Every tremble in my gut was magnified and seemed like a devilish entity was sliding its hand into my skin to grip my insides and squeeze them mercilessly.
By Rustin Petrae6 years ago in Criminal
Modern Writer - James Patterson
As much as I love the 'old stuff' and I very rarely speak about modern writers, I do (occasionally), read things from the modern day.
By Rebecca Smith6 years ago in Criminal
Hollywood’s Fixer!
It’s 8:10am… Today is January 23rd, 2020. I know that solely because I’ve been staring at the calendar on my desk for the past ten minutes.
By Edwin Betancourt Jr.6 years ago in Criminal
Mafia Madness
Sounds of birds chirping, leaves rustling in the wind and distant water rushing surrounded Tyler as he walked his daily route to his favorite place: The bridge. He always went there with his dad when he was a kid, he found it peaceful and calming there. The smell of fresh, crisp air and the color green enclosed him happily inside the earthy woodland. As Tyler got closer to the bridge, down below another story was playing out: Josh and his men were making a deal with another gang.
By Alex Bornert6 years ago in Criminal
Butterfly Dreams
SCRIPT: INT. BEDROOM — NIGHT “Salce, Salce” (“Willow Song”) from Verdi’s “Otello” plays in the background. NARRATOR She killed him while wearing the beautiful butterfly earrings he’d given her after he apologized for slapping her at the K-mart.
By j.s.lamb6 years ago in Criminal
Don't Mess With Lady C's
Revenge doesn’t always work in the best interest of those involved. In fact, it seldom does. And then you always have the risk of it all unraveling in your sticky fingers. Fingerprints, DNA, screening devices, technology all have a role to help or hinder. Then, just when you think you have it all figured out, something unexpected comes into play.
By Lisa Tomey6 years ago in Criminal
Function Fugly
The three-wheeled pizza delivery scooter complained as it strained up the mountain road, a load of four pizzas set in its spring-loaded rack, bouncing noisily every time the driver hit a bump.
By Made in DNA6 years ago in Criminal
Alligator Alley
Figured the drive from Key West to Shepherdsville, Kentucky, would be about 1,200 miles (plus or minus) and take about four days—with stops in Miami, Tampa, Gainesville, Atlanta, and Nashville. Then I’d head home to St. Louis and spend Christmas with mom.
By j.s.lamb6 years ago in Criminal
Like a Baby taking Candy
Something about stepping through that sliding door and into that rush of plastic-y, dense, drug store air seemed to flip a switch in my brain. I was no longer there to tag along while my mother ran errands. I wasn't there to browse the aisles, to beg for a shiny new toy, to play games. I was there to make off richer. No longer would children like myself have to leave their wealth to adults; I would acquire my own wealth and I wouldn't have to wait until I was an adult to do it. No one was going to tell me when I could eat candy; I would get my own candy, and I wasn't asking.
By Hannah B6 years ago in Criminal