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Innocent Until Proven Guilty (An Original Fiction)
“Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?” Donna agreed and sat in the chair next to the judge. The whole courtroom was staring at her. At the table, sitting across from her were, her friends who were also going to be questioned. Each of them felt that they should be defended, but then again, none of them had any memory from that night.
By Marielle Sabbag7 years ago in Criminal
Fall of the Leopard
Lavonte Johnson was in his mansion, sitting in his big blue armchair, watching the news, and sipping a bottle of beer. He’d been trying to get some sort of relief from his current depression, but nothing was helping. Lavonte had been feeling a bit like hell for the past few months, but losing things most precious to you tends to do that. All it took was a phone call and everything he ever loved in his life was gone.
By Julian Hayden7 years ago in Criminal
Pacifist
I held my ground as the mugger pointed a knife at me in the alleyway shortcut I had taken. This was the last place I wanted to be, mostly because I was on my way to a date, and I really didn’t want to be late. That has a tendency to send the wrong impression. Of course, if I was quick about this, then I wouldn’t need to worry about it.
By Thomas Phelps7 years ago in Criminal
Killer Queen
What makes the perfect Queen? Honesty, kindness, beauty? Queen Helena had all of that, plus the intention to kill anyone who did her wrong. She’s a young queen, her father passing away when she was only 19. Now an older woman, her beautiful black hair falls perfectly down her back. Her piercing blue eyes matched with her pale complexion make the boys go crazy. Asking someone about her you’d get an answer like:
By Julia Barker7 years ago in Criminal
A Night I Won’t Forget
I woke up on time...like normal. I went to school...like normal. I drove myself to my class, at eight...like normal. It was a normal day. And after a long day of classes, I decided I should get something to eat. It was seven PM I hadn’t eaten since lunch. Real life is hard. College is such a different experience than what I had lived before. I just wanted something quick, so I just went to the nearest fast food restaurant. Simple and fast. That’s all I needed. I walk into the restaurant to find out that there is a very long line. I pull out my phone and start browsing social media. I hear the door open behind me. I hear a shotgun cock.
By THOT Slayer7 years ago in Criminal
Crisscrossed
PART ONE JANUARY 2ND- 12TH 2020 Thursday, January 2nd, 2020 Police presence throughout San Jose scarcely matched the usual circumstances. Less than 20% of the daily force assigned to beat duty walked or patrolled the streets. The remaining officers sat patiently watching the clock march towards 9 AM in front of make shift terminals constructed the previous week. A room that typically housed 30-40 detectives now held close to 200 men and women.
By Tony Harris7 years ago in Criminal
Vicious
Welcome to the Capital of the Hustle and Bustle. Raindrops fall but that doesn't stop the dollar bill from exchanging at all. One way or another you're going to spend some money in New York City. No matter what. Ain't no escaping. There's bridges, tolls, tunnels, tokens, vending and worst of all parking. Odds say that a person has better chances of finding a random hundred dollar bill down on the ground before you find a parking space anywhere around Amy Ruth's Soul Cafe.
By Faheem The Writer7 years ago in Criminal
Yellow Ribbons
Coffee mugs clinked together as she pulled one off the shelf. Steam rose up from the poured hot coffee, fogging up the wire rim glasses balanced on her nose. She took the glasses off, wiped them against her icing stained apron and then returned them to her face, her hazel eyes magnified by the thick lenses. The spoon scraped the bottom of the sugar dish before she withdrew a heap of white crystals. The clock above her head ticked loudly, and the smell of fresh coffee choked the air of the small shop. She glanced over at the couch I sat on. I absently picked at the crumbling brown leather on the armrest. I watched her over the rim of my coffee mug. We briefly made eye contact before she dropped her attention back to the mug in her hands. She rested her elbows on the counter, still clutching the mug, her palms half covered by the sleeves of her black sweater. She moved her head to look out the window, the freckles on her pale cheeks were striking in the natural light.
By kaitlyn swat7 years ago in Criminal
Vicious
5 AM: The new shorter, funkier 2017 H4 Hummer cruises down the carnage streets of Essex County. Pabst Blue Ribbon Brewery Company, Cooper's Deli, and a cemetery filled with tombstones and mausoleums containing the remains of the once living, striving, and thriving but now gone are the only remains that mark the past. The present is something totally different. On the sidewalks, candles have burned down. Balloons no longer have helium in them, but they're still hanging on gates or specially selected locations. This is done to memorialize and remember deceased loved ones. In most cases, it's the youth. Young children are dying before they ever get the opportunity to experience the joys that make life worth living.
By Faheem The Writer7 years ago in Criminal
