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Sunday Night
It's late on a Sunday. Her blood flows from her dying body on to the kitchen floor like water from a faucet. He stands there frozen, unsure of what to do as his little sister bleeds from the knife wound in her chest. The knife falls as if in slow motion from his hands to the floor, creating a loud thud as it makes contact with the ground between his shaking legs and her limp arm.
By Lauren Whitney8 years ago in Criminal
A Death in the Cold
A sharp wind battered her barren face, her hair whipping into a golden torrent behind her. Her icy blue eyes reflected the snowy hills before her. She trudged steadily up the wooded path, her gray cloak held tightly around her by her gloved hands. The cold air made red her cheeks and dry her lips; she continued on. Her black boots, although tied tightly and insulated quite well, had taken on water over the course of her journey and her once-dry wool socks, now saturated with water, left her toes begging for warmth. She pressed on.
By Daniel Byron8 years ago in Criminal
Green Eyes
What would you do if you were in the wrong place at the wrong time? Green Eyes Walking on the scorching hot sand beneath my feet on a beautiful sunlit day, the atmosphere couldn't be better. My older brother and his wife walking down the beach on a mission to find ice cream and refreshments. Aunt Sarah sunbathing, although revealing a little too much. Her 2 kids: Lauren and Aaron, playing with their dog, down near the rock pools. And then me.
By Chloe Robertson8 years ago in Criminal
Castles
Prologue The September air is brisk as it hits midnight in my small town of Coeur d’Alene, Idaho. I look out the window at the full moon wishing I was there. Maybe I’d be happier there than here. I look over to my empty bed. It's covered with a duffle bag and a diaper bag. I finally decide to finish packing my things.
By Celine Urbin8 years ago in Criminal
Confrontation Before Departure
When she came back to her senses, her vision was still dark. Am I dead? She thought. She tried to move her hands and felt a strong grip on them. Her hands were struggling with a tight fabric. Her sense of smell appeared. The scent of something strongly acidic entered her nostrils. Her tongue involuntarily licked her lips and registered a taste of cold chocolate. She then realized that she had lipstick on.
By Sam Wijesinghe8 years ago in Criminal
A Strange Encounter
Minding my own business, I proceeded down the long path. Hands in my pockets, to keep them from the cold, I walked with a mission towards the bus stop. It was a typical winter's day and I, being the "diligent" human being, forgot my winter clothes. I justified this mistake by saying: "It was warm and bright this morning," even though it was the middle of September.
By Lorraine Mc Guinness8 years ago in Criminal
I Play in the Key of Fission (Part 2)
Authors Note: Read Part 1 Here It had been six months since Richard Cummings PhD had accepted his spot on the Philadelphia Philharmonic Symphony as a conductor. He had started out as an understudy but quickly rose in the ranks to lead conductor. The previous one had had an accident one night on the way home. At least that’s what Richard wanted everyone to think for now. Their opinion would change in the next four months after they had played for the President, and his bomb exploded into a mushroom cloud.
By David T. Shorb8 years ago in Criminal
