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Benjamin P. Dover
Benjamin Dover was an asshole. Not just “kind of an asshole,” and not someone who “could be an asshole.” He was a full-on, 24/7, 100% asshole. When he came out of the womb, he screamed and kicked, his constant needs never - ever - met quickly enough. A hateful personality already in existence, the nurses looked at each other, shaking their heads. “What a little asshole,” one tsk-tsk’d to the other. So….Ben Dover was an asshole: always had been, always would be. That is, until someone decided the world had tolerated ‘ole Ben long enough.
By Marney Studaker-Cordner2 years ago in Criminal
Crow's Cock
1872 A man was looking over the ledge. The canyon was vast, and the plan was set. All the sun was abroad, the desolate land. His site was placed in the distance. Footsteps were heard as the man reacted. His face was furious at the sight of the others. They both stared at each other as the tension grew. The first man started to grab his gun. He was one of the quickest in town, and hardly anyone could beat him. One of the others held theirs and was surprisingly the faster. The man fell back as his blood oozed out of his body. His limb body started to fade. The one told the other, "We need to move his body before it is discovered." They placed in the cave, then barred the door. They rode off in the desert as if nothing ever happened.
By Sarah Danaher2 years ago in Criminal
Love, Jealousy, and Money Kills
Who Killed Kareem and Passion? Big Henry took over his father’s oil company after he graduated from high school. He met Domonique in junior high school, and they have been together ever since. Big Henry was famous in school for sports; he played on the basketball team as the point guard, he took his team to the championship every year since junior high school, and he scored thirty-four points a game by himself. Big Henry was a chill man and very shy; he was not the player type and when he met Domonique, he fell instantly in love with her. She was short, light-skinned, with long, beautiful, silky hair, and her eyes were hazel in color. Every boy wanted Domonique, but she only had eyes for Big Henry because she knew he would make it big. One would say Domonique was a gold digger; she liked the finer things that life had to offer, and she did not mind making it known. When Big Henry first tries to talk to Domonique, she immediately tells him that she needs a man who can spoil her, and give her everything her heart desires, and Big Henry promises her he will do that for the rest of their lives.
By Gabrielle Jackson2 years ago in Criminal
Echoes in the Red Rock Canyons
I: Crimson Clues The Sedona desert, a canvas of red rocks and sun-baked earth, was a silent witness to the mystery unfolding before Detective Lila Moreno. Her diminutive figure was at the edge of a well-trodden hiking trail, her eyes fixed on the scene before her. The body of a man lay sprawled on the ground, his lifeless gaze locked onto the majestic formations above.
By Rick Allen2 years ago in Criminal
Who Dunnit?
It was a fine day for watching migrating birds, so hubby and I made a trip to our local bird-watching site, Sage Creek promontory. We had bundled up in thick, wooly sweaters and hiking boots for our jaunt. The air was crisp and smelled like burning leaves and the sweet, rotting apples that dotted the ground in the field on the other side of the road.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Criminal
Who Stole the Selkie's Coat?
Take out your monocle and don your tweed, for I have something you must read. Gentle reader, beware, for this is a tale of epic twists and turns. It exists perhaps between the ethereal and the real. You may not believe it. I beseech you, though, to suspend disbelief (and judgment) until the tale is done. If you grant me this, as your humble narrator, I will mayhaps let you choose what ending befits you and the worldly sensibilities you have, no doubt, gathered from your experiences heretofore, before having chanced upon this tale...
By Kate Kastelberg 2 years ago in Criminal
A Sister's Love
A dewy feeling graced her skin as she pushed the heavy, steal doors open, entering the blanket of fragrant night air. Only minutes before, she was cuddled under the warmth of her cosy electric blanket, shielded from the cold of winter until the abrupt text message interrupted her peace.
By Isabella Rose2 years ago in Criminal
