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Blood Princess
The pitch black sky turned the whole Kingdom dim and shadowy, the mass numbered stars doing nothing to illuminate the darkness. Flowers sleep in the dark as the galloping of a dark horse treading encoded through the place I call home. The men guarding me carried swords and shields of steel and iron.
By Madison Riffle8 years ago in Criminal
I Love and Hate You
HANNAH'S POV "I need to leave, get out and away!" I screamed in my head as my father kicked me again. I tried to get up but every time I tried he would kick me down again. He pulled out a knife and ran its cold blade along my arm until it was just above my elbow. I could feel the tip digging into my skin, I screamed out in pain as he dug in and dragged it up my arm until it met my shoulder.
By D'Naja Lynch8 years ago in Criminal
In the Arms of the Bigger Spider
Part 1: "Confrontation Before Departure" here. He had a sip from his coffee and set his eyes wondering around the office room, examining the paraphernalia. A white board was filled with marker lines jotted across from picture to picture, making a detailed map of a crime scene. A cupboard with one of its doors ajar revealed piles of paper entirely occupying the interior. The study desk across him, was a scattered mess of papers, pens and other stationary. The only item that sparked his interest was a revolver packaged neatly beside a stack of files. The label on it had sketchy handwriting that made no sense to him.
By Sam Wijesinghe8 years ago in Criminal
First to Bite the Bullet
I hate arranged marriages. Just the idea sickened me. As a teen, all I wanted was to marry for love, have a beautiful husband most girls would love to be with. I would’ve never expected to see myself sitting in a chair in the house of a who didn’t want to look at his horrid face, as his raspy voice called to me. I felt irritation starting to bottle inside me but I swallowed my anger, sitting back and looked up to see my "hubby," Fredrick Patterson. His face was smeared with an ugly grin, his teeth coloured from his over consumption of tea. His eyes bulged out of his skull as if they were to fall out. He looked impatient, like usual.
By Kaelah Williams8 years ago in Criminal
Night Out
Cowboy boots and sweat covered the dance floor as the old-time jukebox played the same old songs it always did on Friday nights. The bar was filled with hopeless romantics waiting to buy pretty girls a drink. Most unlucky bachelors thought that night was no different than any other night until she walked in. Her long, blonde hair swung between her shoulder blades as she brushed through the crowd. She parted the room like the Red Sea. When she reached the bar, a gentleman hopped out of his seat so she had a place to sit. The man on the next stool looked into her dark brown eyes and nearly melted when she greeted his with a smile. The half-drunken father of two finally mustered up the words he had planned since she entered the room.
By Jake Washburn8 years ago in Criminal
It's Just Business
The sour taste of liquor burnt the back of his esophagus as he lounged back, his eyes closed. It was peaceful and quiet, life was going well for him. Business was traveling smoothly, his boss promoted him to second in command, what more could you wish for than the life of the rich. However, the question he contemplated on often was whether he’d truly live a pleasurable and fulfilling life, one left without wanting.
By Kaelah Williams8 years ago in Criminal
Broken: The Secrets That Kill (Part 1)
I lay awake at night. Thinking, always thinking. I messed up bad, but I'm not sure if it is worse for me or them. It could be both, but it's eating me up inside. It consumes me day and night. I can't concentrate on anything but that stupid stupid mistake I made. I wanted things to get better for everyone. I wanted to protect them and myself—myself more. Hell, they weren't going through it I was. I just knew it would be only a matter of time before it started to be them, too. It's been two weeks, and so far no one has found him dead... or alive, which is what everyone's hoping. Except me. I know the truth. I hope he stays where he is forever and rots. He deserves it. Shit, so do I. It's all his fault. He never should have come into my room...
By Brittney Washington8 years ago in Criminal
Bad Feeling
It was casual day, a sunny Wednesday. I was just sitting in a restaurant eating my food. Now let’s go back a little earlier and let me tell you about a weird thing I had. I woke up this morning feeling tired as usual. As I was getting ready, I felt like something bad was gonna happen today. After trying to shake that feeling off, I walked outside and made my way to the bus stop. Along the ride, I saw a restaurant and decided that I will visit it after school.
By Paul Zheng8 years ago in Criminal
A Death in the Cold, Part Two
The road to Geneva was a day's journey by horse and Evony was not quite ready for such an endeavor. Her legs still ached from the bounty killing of Monsieur Boutin, and with 100 Francs in her purse she could easily afford a bed for the night and possibly even a decent, warm meal.
By Daniel Byron8 years ago in Criminal
