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Death in the Afternoon
It was a beautiful sunny day with clouds large and looming covering the sun with enough illumination to light the earth below. The sky was blue as the pacific ocean and the clouds as light as snow. It was January so the weather was cool enough to wear a nice knitted sweater and not even sweat, so it was one of those days, the days where you open the front door and there are dozens of kids outside riding bikes, playing tag, hide and go seek, even the parents were outside sitting on porches and talking, no one was stuck on the couch glued to the television drinking beer or wine and what ever you think depressed people do in their homes.
By Charles Wood6 years ago in Criminal
Shooting Sweets
The corner shop was just beginning to close up. The shop assistant, Alison Smith, had taken in the shop signs and tidied up the leaves and rubbish at the entrance. Her boss, Declan Berry, was at home, adjacent the dairy. He had invested in two-way radios for him and her, to commuicate with, while he was at home.
By Jerome Smith-Pula6 years ago in Criminal
A Killer Hand
Act 1 Scene 1 Setting/At Rise: [Lights go on.] [The scene starts at a crowded cafe, main character gets up and walks to the bathroom. After some time, returns back to his seat. He takes a sip of his coffee. He faces the audience, the actors on-stage go into a whisper. Looks to the audience]
By Iván Pereira6 years ago in Criminal
Murder at Futura Lane
Detective Bill Pearson took a swig of his convenience store coffee. “Blah! This stuff is at least a day old.” The burnt taste in the back his throat agitated his gag reflex. He could feel the stomach acid climbing up his esophagus. Popping three fruit-flavored antacid tablets, he chewed then swallowed them.
By Don Feazelle6 years ago in Criminal
Was the Baby Crying?
October 12, 2017: Jake and Zeke are walking together in front of us, I admire the muscles and sleek black and white coats of my boys as we move along the curving gravel from the barn back up to my long low bungalow tucked warm into the slope. The crunch of the gravel under my boots, the hard blue of Alberta sky, our faint breath in the air, the comforting heaviness of my coat, the earthy old apple smell of fall and my beloved Verity in my arms, it all makes me heady with gratitude. I smile, looking at the dogs, and feel my heart bloom warmth through my chest. My boys, my sweetie boys, as I call the two-year-old brothers, make life here possible. In my sixties now and on my own, I couldn’t live out here in Speargrass without them. My companions. My fur babies. My protectors. I am unaware in this moment of the stoking of an unquenchable fire inside them that will, moments from now, blast across my beloved homestead and raze my world.
By Diane Randle6 years ago in Criminal
The New York Adventures of the Street Racing Mobster
"While the gasoline is plentiful. Bullets are cheaper when you are preparing for war." Groundzero in the Battlefield Toni Cipriani began planning his next move with one leg out of the all-black matted sports car. The treble and bass of the opera music filled the ambiance around the street racing mobster once more. The windproof lighter's spark was the only additional sound heard. Toni Cipriani takes slow draws from his Cuban cigar while scanning the police radio frequencies for any sign of the hulking behemoth. Many residents were terrified as they approached the site of the devastation.
By LUiS Wrote THiS UNiVERSE6 years ago in Criminal
The New York Adventures of the Bulletproof Suit
"Toni Cipriani receives a suit in a care package delivered by a drone of some kind. The gangster never fully embraced technology. Toni Cipriani opens the package with skepticism. A tailored suit with the inscription "bulletproof in times of need." A custom two-toned ski mask with a large letter "T" outlined the mobster's suit. Packing MP5 clips and as many armor-piercing shotgun rounds as possible into a duffel bag. The ideal battle format for Toni Cipriani as he loaded up his black matted sports car was simple: engage the federal agent targets and flush the streets with bullets."
By LUiS Wrote THiS UNiVERSE6 years ago in Criminal
Christian Fiction (Domestic Violence)
CHRISTIAN FICTION A prequel… for the saved and the lost Written by Kole Black This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents are purely fictional. Any resemblance to any actual events, locales or persons, living or dead is coincidental.
By Kole Black6 years ago in Criminal
