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Echoes From A Digital Heart
In the beginning The year is 2024. Technology has permeated every part of life, from artificial intelligence companions to smart cities that anticipate human wants. But amidst the overwhelming digital hum, Layla feels isolated, lost in a routine that numbs more than it comforts.
By QuirkTalesabout a year ago in Criminal
The Car Thief
Paul Smith was a master at car jacking,he could break into any vehicle discreetly without smashing the windows or setting off the car alarms. He had a special tool, one that looked similar to that of a long, metal wire that crept under the side windows and unlocked the vehicle doors. Then he would climb inside into the driver's seat, quietly close the door and hot wire the vehicle without detection. Then ignite it into drive, fleeing slowly away from the scene as not to make too much noise or garner attention. Paul could do this in his sleep and often worked illegally as a professional thief, one that could successfully steal even the most highly secured cars in the market. He got paid thousands of Great British pounds doing just that. Working for hundreds of shady criminals who wanted the top cars, but couldn't afford them, so hiring Paul was only slightly cheaper, yet worthwhile. The young man had built a reputation as well as an incredible wealth. Paul lived in a mansion within the poshest area of Chelsea, he had the life of a rockstar or popstar, a trophy wife and several super sports cars of his very own. He got to a point where working was pointless, yet he still stole cars for big paydays anyway. Call it greed, but many believed he kept doing it because of the thrill! There was just something so incredibly satisfying and daring about stealing such high end machinery. He couldn't resist, not even if he had all the money in the world, he couldn't stop himself. Not even video games where you rob banks and vehicles could satisfy his itch. Pressing a button to instantly break into any vehicle wasn't a challenge, having virtual police chase him in a video game wasn't thrilling enough for him anyway and the huge pay he got after each job in real life, it fueled his ego more than anything on earth. He'd fuck his wife hard after a good job, something she never complained about despite her protests for him to stop risking their life together. She'd forget about all the danger he put himself (and by extension her) in, when he inserted his dominance inside of her. She'd scream and moan as he'd completely overwhelm her in the bedroom, his cock like ecstasy inside and out. Then the orgasms would end, she'd fall asleep and have nightmares about Paul getting caught by the police, he was a handsome young man too, she worried he'd get abused in prison. That he'd drop the soap, even though that was more likely to happen in an American jail, she'd still dream about him in such terrible circumstances. Every morning she'd beg him to stop, but he'd just kiss her and tease.
By Joseph Roy Wrightabout a year ago in Criminal
The Rain in South London . Content Warning. AI-Generated.
The Rain in South London The rain lashed against the windows of the Victorian terraced house, mirroring the tempest brewing within Arthur Davies. Fifteen years. Fifteen years had passed since he'd last seen the faces of his daughters, Lily, then a cherubic six-year-old, and Chloe, a precocious ten-year-old. Fifteen years of incarceration for a crime that continued to haunt him, a crime born from a mind twisted by paranoia.
By Monnade Mixoumabout a year ago in Criminal
Ten Lucrative Markets for Crime and Mystery Novels
Readers consistently choose to read mysteries and thrillers as their preferred genres. As far as Simba Information is concerned, the only genre that can compete with mystery is romance novels. On average, crime books bring in more than $730 million annually, even when they are ranked second. The subgenres include cozy, hardboiled, police procedural, and cross-genre mixes with science fiction, fantasy, and romance. Cozy is the most popular subgenre on this list.
By QuirkTalesabout a year ago in Criminal
The Lottery Robbery
Henry Parker worked at convenience store in Piccadilly Circus, within the busiest district of London. Everyday he'd serve horrible bastards, horrible cunts and so on and so on. It was agony, the amount of twats who came wondering in and out of the place was staggering, not one of them was nice, they were all horrid for a pallette of different reasons. Some were teenage yobs, coming in trying to buy cigarettes and alcohol with fake IDs, it was obvious that they were underage. These kids would get violent when Henry wouldn't serve them, sometimes trashing the store, hitting him or verbally abusing poor working class Henry. The upper class pricks weren't much better, if you're an American reading this, forget about hot tea and biscuits,the posh are massive bellends. They would come in dressed to the nines, giving Henry the snobbiest looks imaginable, expecting him to behave like a butler or personal servant. They were the type of swines to complain about literally anything or everything. He couldn't stand them! Occasionally, there were cute tourists from around the world popping in, they were always a pleasure to speak to. They loved London, were happy to be visiting, which was a lot more fun than actually living in the city. Sure, London has it's attractions like Buckingham Palace and Big Ben, etc. There is a huge selection of shops, which makes for an ideal day out for retail therapy. The nightlife is also booming, with more nightclubs than you can imagine and nothing beats a nice, cold pint after a hard day's work in a cosy traditional pub (something Henry did a lot during the weekends). However, actually living in London revealed it's darker secrets and depressing reality. The city was expensive, unbelievably expensive! So bloody expensive, that a shitty little flat in a London sewer, was more expensive than a country bungalow in the north of England. Life was a struggle for Henry, he had lost count how many times he smashed his phone rushing to work on the subway, only for the massive crowds to knock him over, causing him to drop his phone and get the screen repaired for £100+ which was absolutely ridiculous! He felt trapped in this gross, dark and gloomy rat race of rushing to work and then slaving away for sometimes twelve hours a day, for minimum wage which only added to his hopelessness. However, there was something the shop he worked at sold, a promise of fortune, a gamble that could make you millions. Lottery tickets and scratch cards! Henry was always told these things were scams, his father said so, that they were rigged to keep you spending in the vain hope of making it rich. "Get a job!" His dad would say, "go to college, then university. Get a degree in something and make a living that way!"
By Joseph Roy Wrightabout a year ago in Criminal
Black Car Abductor
In London there has been a recent urban legend among the city folk, that of a mystery black four door car that drives around Electric Avenue past midnight. Now the image of a lone black car driving through the night isn't anything to get excited about on its own, no of course not, such a sight is common place in a big city such as this. It's what the black car does after spotting a lone walker, just minding his or her own business, sometimes walking a dog or not. The black car will pull over onto the path in front of the person, only for a mystery man in a black ski mask to grab and force them into the boot of said car. Then he will drive off, as for the abductee, they are never to be seen again! Nobody knows who this strange abductor is, why he does this is anyone's guess. Some say he is a sex trafficker, others say he is an organ harvester, he could be a serial killer or all of the above, maybe something else entirely we'll never truly know. The Black Car Abductor doesn't discriminate either by the way, he has kidnapped the elderly as well as the youth. People of every age go missing every year and you can bet good money, that some of those missing children or adults were likely abducted by this terrifying, mysterious stranger. Some of his victims (or so it is believed) have turned up dead. An elderly man was walking his bulldog down Electric Avenue one night, struggling to control the dog on the lead, while dragging himself forwards with his walking stick. The man must have been at least seventy, maybe eighty. Someone witnessed his kidnapping, the black car made a loud screech, skidding onto the path in front of the confused and horrified senior citizen. Miss Hamilton saw the whole thing from her bedroom window, opening her curtain to investigate the sounds of barking and car tyres halting. She saw the old man get punched square in the face by the masked abductor, who had jumped out of his car like some frightening ninja. The poor dog whined and barked frantically as his master dropped the lead in his panic, screaming; "I'm sorry, I'll pay you, I just need a week! One week!" The old man cried, as he was shoved into the black car's boot. It was a scene straight out of some horrible crime film, where the mafia terrorise the innocent. The dog bit the masked maniac and to Miss Hamilton's horror, the abductor kicked the dog across the pavement. The poor thing stood up, wept, then fled howling in terror and agony. The horrible masked man shut the boot, silencing the pensioner's screams. He climbed inside his car and drove off into the night. Miss Hamilton called the police immediately, but the car was already long gone and just like with every report that tried to stop the Black Car Abductor, the case was ultimately left unsolved. Not that law enforcement hasn't tried to stop this masked lunatic. They always patrol the area whenever an abduction takes place around the area, only there wouldn't be another kidnapping until six or seven months later and unfortunately most kidnappings go unnoticed. CCTV has spotted the abductor multiple times and although the car is always black, it is often a different make and model with a completely different license plate, that is always fake so they cannot possibly track it down as the car often drives down blind spots where no camera watches, making it near impossible to track the villain down. Some believe the whole thing is a government conspiracy, that police purposely turn a blind eye because the secret behind this strange occurrence could even be orchestrated by the social elite. Another thing to note, is that the masked man seems to change too, his body language, size and height has often changed throughout the many years of this happening since 2018. The first reports described the masked man as being short but stocky like some world champion body builder. Then in 2020 he was described as a she, with a more, slender feminine figure and long hair sticking out the back of her ski mask, using a pistol to intimidate their victim into getting in the trunk of the black car, instead of physical force. Then in 2022, someone else said the masked abductor was an athlete male that was incredibly tall yet broad. This seems to confirm that it isn't just one man, but multiple men or women, who commit these strange abductions. This coupled with Miss Hamilton's witness statement, claiming that the abducted victim she saw (who was eventually identified to be 76 year old Henry Davenport) yelled; "I'm sorry, I'll pay you, I just need a week!" Seems to prove the conspiracy that the abductors hunt down those who owe loan sharks or perhaps even the government itself a hell of a lot of money. Furthermore, the criminal underground is a strange and terrifying beast. Some subscribe to the idea that the crime lords of London own the police, just like in one of those famous mobster movies. Whatever the case may be, if you find yourself walking the dark streets of Electric Avenue one night after midnight and a mysterious black car pulls up in front of you, run for your fucking life!
By Joseph Roy Wrightabout a year ago in Criminal
"Isla Fisher's Heart-Stopping Near-Drowning: Chilling Behind-the-Scenes Moment from Now You See Me!". AI-Generated.
Isla Fisher's Near-Fatal Stunt: The Now You See Me Water Tank Escape In a shocking incident during the filming of "Now You See Me," actress Isla Fisher faced a life-threatening situation. While portraying Henley Reeves, she attempted a daring escape from a water tank, but things took a dramatic turn when the chain meant to hold her submerged malfunctioned. This near-drowning episode sheds light on the risks faced by performers in high-stakes movies.
By Story silver book about a year ago in Criminal
Six Honestly Horrifying Stories Based on Actual Events
Life writes the scariest and weirdest tales. You should determine carefully if you desire to read the following tales. Because its contents are considerably more gruesome and scary than any novelist could envision.
By QuirkTalesabout a year ago in Criminal
London's Best Detective
London's Best Detective was a middle-aged man named Wayne Bateman, he was a very sought after Private Eye; "Britain's Greatest Detective" he was known as. For good reason, as Wayne had helped police solve some of the most insane conspiracies and murder cases, that ever disturbed the city of London. He was a cop in his youth, then slowly but gradually climbed up the ranks until he became the best of the very fucking best! In my previous story, I wrote about the legendary Clown Thieves, who made headlines for their many daring robberies across London, while dressed like punks with clownish makeup. Detective Bateman was assigned to investigating these mysterious pranksters, the difference between his by the book, good cop and super serious demeanour compared to their jokey, mocking and theatrical persona was a comical contrast. Detective Bateman often wore a black trench coat and fedora, looking like some 1940s noir Detective straight out of pulp fiction. The more Detective Bateman looked into the Clown Thieves, the more he hated them. Causing chaos, misery and pain to the innocent people of London was no laughing matter! Yet, the love partners in crime often mocked their victims. The green haired clown would bully people after mugging them, often mocking their appearances. The female harlequin he partnered with would laugh at his terrible jokes, join in on the fun of belittling their targets. In some cases this mad couple would spray colourful, yet grotesque graffiti upon the walls of the shops and banks they stole from, usually in pinks, blues, reds, greens and purples. Catching the two of them proved tricky, as Bateman began investigating crime scenes that The Clown Thieves had made, they left no evidence and their thick disguises meant it was impossible for anyone to identify who they truly were behind the fancy dress. However as previously mentioned, they had built a gang across London, one that dressed like punks in frightening clown makeup, looking closer to that of warpaint. They often hung around the darkest streets of Camden at night, Bateman tracked a few of them down one cold evening in January. He drove around for a few hours before finding a few, he exited his black undercover police car and bravely entered the dark alleyway to confront them. Looking like some kind of comic book super hero, his features hidden in the dark, as he matched towards the gang leader, who was a huge man full of muscle and tattoos.
By Joseph Roy Wrightabout a year ago in Criminal
Love Partners In Crime
Hayley Quilt & Joe Carr were like a modern day reincarnation of Bonnie & Clyde. They both met one night in Camdem, attending a showing of their favourite punk band, inside one of the best nightclubs in all of London. It was a crazy night when they first met, the moshers were absolutely head banging like crazy, soon there was a fight, as several rockers began throwing fists within the mosh pit that played out before the band on stage. The rockstars jamming their guitars, drums and bass noticed the epic battle and didn't stop to prevent this madness. In fact, they actively encouraged this hell, screaming; "get smashed, you fucking cunts!" The singer screamed, then the guitarist played the most epic solo anyone had ever heard. It even made a few fighters stop, just admire the sheer awesomeness of the guitar player's talent. More than anything, this so-called "song" was more of a fighting track you'd hear in a video game. It consisted of a lot of nonsense screaming, banging on the drums and maddening guitar chords, as the band just played away like monkeys starved for bananas! It was an absolute riot and Joe Carr was absolutely loving it. He was punching harder than anyone else, kicking faster than even the most seasoned smack heads. In the middle of this indoor riot, Hayley was struggling to defend herself against a huge bitch with a pierced nose and short blue hair. Joe Carr saw the younger woman named Hayley and jumped in to save her, like some kind of comic book super hero! He pulled the mad woman away from cute little Hayley, whose blonde ponytail had been pulled by the blue haired bitch. "You ok, darlin?!" Joe Carr said to her. "Nah, that bitch pulled my hair out, what a cunt!" "Yeah, I know!" Joe spat at the blue haired fleeing woman, who was now exiting the nightclub. "Glad she's gone!" Hayley laughed cutely, "I've never seen you around London before." "Name's Joe." He grinned, "how about you?" "Hayley Quilt!" She yelled over the loud as fuck music, "this band's the shit!" "Eh, they're not that bad!" Joe laughed. "No!" She chuckled, weakly punching his shoulder, "I said, they are THE shit!" "Ah..." Joe grinned, "I couldn't hear you proper!" "I gathered that, lad!" She kissed him! Just like that. He embraced her right there and then, squeezing her peachy ass and tits, pulling her in closer. She pulled away. "Let's get out of here!" She whispered seductively into his ear. He held her hand and together; they exited the insane mosh pit, walking outside into the chilly night. They cuddled each other as they walked back to his place, which to her relief wasn't too far from the nightclub they just left. Coincidentally they lived in the same council estate, only his apartment was much bigger and closer to town than hers, in other words; he had a nicer home. This only excited her more, as she began to slowly undress the moment they got into the living room. "Hold on girl, we ain't even got to the bedroom yet." Joe smirked. "Fuck me now!" She winked seductively and threw herself on top of him, they both fell back onto his living room sofa and began to kiss, lick and touch each other all over. She watched in pure ecstasy as he unzipped his black jeans, yanked off her pretty pink knickers and fucked her little cunt without protection, but she didn't mind. Oh no, she didn't mind at all, as he thrusted deeper and deeper, she screamed and moaned. "Oh god, f- fuck me harder, Joe!" She stuttered cutely, then Joe grinned and went all in. "FUCKING HELL!" She orgasmed, "don't stop, you fucking fuck boy!" She demanded upon feeling him pull away. He didn't say a word, instead he sucked her lips and licked his tongue against hers, the erotic thrill of having her breathing blocked while simultaneously being fucked up the pussy was beyond heavenly, it was heroin. Eventually he exploded inside her as she crawled into his back so hard it actually bled, it was the best sex any of them ever had.
By Joseph Roy Wrightabout a year ago in Criminal
