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Betrayal
It was November 21st 2001, rain splashed down around me. I was so focused on her that even the cracking of twigs among the leaf riddled ground didn’t catch my attention. She was there, waiting. For what? I did not know. I knew one thing, I was there for when things went south, I didn’t actually know her plan. I was told to wait where I cannot be seen, so I did. The leaves rustled in the trees above, the wind was growing stronger by the second.
By Shane Laing7 years ago in Criminal
Guilty, Not Guilty (Part 1)
I’ve never forgotten her; it’s been eight years now. She must have changed, aged, perhaps even wrinkled. I can only remember the youthfulness of her face; the dimple on her right cheek when she smiled and her cat-like winged eyeliner. A woman that I declared was ‘the one.’
By Morgan Georgia Blanks8 years ago in Criminal
A Silhouette's Deception
He emerged from the obscurity of the alleyway, an unlit cigarette hanging out of his mouth. Freddie had never been one for smoking. He always found himself coughing too much, but he liked the way it looked. Lifting his head up, he saw that the moon was crescent shaped. It was his favourite moon because of its dagger-like features.
By Morgan Georgia Blanks8 years ago in Criminal
Chance Encounters
Randall knew he was never a lucky guy, if there existed such a thing as luck. He felt as though the subway doors always closed right before he stepped on, felt some other pedestrian always snagged his taxis just before he could wave it in, and felt every pretty girl in New York which he could summon the courage to talk was always taken. But today, today he found a scrap of luck in the form of an abandoned cellphone on the sidewalk.
By James Loss8 years ago in Criminal
Los Valencia
There is a special flower that blooms in massive quantities every year in Colombia, Bolivia, Peru, Ecuador, and some lonely parts of our own southern Mexico. A "perfect" flower by biological terms, it's small, yellow, smells like summer, and heralds a very busy harvest season to come. It heralds deft hands drying and grinding the leaves of the bush it grows on, before their date with a kerosene bath. A trip on a boat or on a plane, wrapped in plastic, and maybe even snug in a very desperate man's lower intestines. Finally, an exchange of American dollars for a taste of invincibility.
By Shant Suvalian8 years ago in Criminal
What Goes Around, Comes Around
The sink drains the thick red liquid from her hands after she snuck back in through her bedroom window. She stares at the dirt and blood stains on her and her clothes while the shower starts. The hot water and soap clean her flawless skin and she washes the clothes too. Once a week she goes out; once a week she avenges her horrid memories.
By lily holland8 years ago in Criminal
Porcelain Doll
When I was a child, I was lost. From the moment I was born, my life began to crumble around me. From a very young age I learned to hide my thoughts from the world, for the world thought them to be strange. I learned that, although told differently, I would not be accepted as myself. I was taught to play a part. I learned to cover who I was with a mask.
By Abigail Nance8 years ago in Criminal
The Time I Looked After Lucy
A lot of people around my town, Westvillage, call me a hero. I just say it's something I had to do, I couldn't let it happen. I have never been the sort of person to big myself up and I would always say I’m just an average girl. Hi, I'm Samantha, otherwise known as Sammy, I'm a pretty normal looking girl with brown hair and blue eyes. I never really know what to say about myself to other people, but I guess I would class myself as a kind, caring person as I like to help others as best I can. I worked as a babysitter while I was in school. I would help anyone who needed me as it is quite a small town, so everyone pretty much knows everyone. However, it was mainly the Johnson’s little girl I looked after. Anyway, let me tell you the story about one of the times I babysat for the Johnsons. This little girl I'm talking about is named Lucy. Lucy is a bright young girl to say she is only five. Her parents were going out of town for 2 days and because we know each other well they trusted me to look after her for the full two days. Her parents were hard workers and had to go out on business trips all the time, so this two-day trip was also for business. They only like to travel when they must as they adore their little girl.
By Amy Rawcliffe8 years ago in Criminal
Metal
They all knew he was going to be the one to do it. And they supposed it was fitting. He was the oldest, he was the quietest and, in truth, he cared the most. They weren’t worried about him. They were worried about Selo and Jon, because they were still young. They were still plagued with nightmares that they struggled to make sense of when they woke up. They still crept into their siblings’ room at night. Into their parents’ rooms. That’s why they were worried—because Selo would creep into their parents’ room and cry small tears and then they’d start asking questions.
By Charlotte Humphrey8 years ago in Criminal
