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Where did they go?
“Don’t call me a lower-than-dirt criminal until the facts—yes, facts from my point of view. All of it, the money, that detective I thought was one of you, all the tunes just get me out of this damn position. I’m fresh out of an arm cast, undoing weeks of physical therapy progress.
By Willem Indigo2 years ago in Criminal
Echoes of the Dead. Content Warning.
Detective Nolan takes one last puff of his cigarette before he thinks about entering the rundown slum of an apartment. It seems to be his new ritual he has recently developed. a smoke or two to calm the nerves followed by a wheezing cough, one a dying man would produce. “Cough” Detective Nolan coughs struggling to breath in any air as he exhales the smoke. He throws the cigarette into the gutter, the flame is quickly extinguished by the heavy rainfall.
By Jordan Webster2 years ago in Criminal
The Mysterious Disappearance of Goldie the Goldfish
Considering the supposed peculiarities of their limited memories, one must imagine that no goldfish could ever understand the importance its species holds in our culture. These little, gilded creatures have taught generations of children lessons about the fragility of life and finality of death. When little Eve came home from her friend’s seventh birthday party with a goldfish in a bowl, every member of her family, even Bobby, suspected that such an education would soon unfold.
By J. Otis Haas2 years ago in Criminal
Dreams in which I'm dying. Content Warning.
All I could hear was a rushing, roaring sound, like a waterfall or a drum roll, or maybe a radio not quite tuned in. The noise blotted out all other sound. I thought I had seen a bright flash of light. Perhaps it was lightning, a distant thundercloud. I tried to open my eyes without success. There was a vague notion of someone speaking but I could discern nothing meaningful. I had a sinking feeling, pressure on my chest, desperate to take a breath. My head felt like it was about to explode then, suddenly, I was free.
By Raymond G. Taylor2 years ago in Criminal
The Alderwood Diamond
The clock struck six as Detective Amelia Ashford stepped into the opulent halls of Alderwood Manor. The esteemed Alderwood family resided here, nestled amongst the cobbled streets of London. The grounds were usually closed, with the eccentric Sir Edmund Alderwood closing the doors to everyone outside. Today, however, Amelia had been invited to join a dinner party to showcase the famous Alderwood Diamond.
By Emilie Turner2 years ago in Criminal
James And Darkend. Content Warning.
Once upon a time in the mystical land of Eliria, there lived a young boy named James. Unbeknownst to many, James possessed extraordinary magical abilities that surpassed those of any other in the realm. His powers were as vast as the universe itself, and his heart was pure and kind.
By Mustafa Ali2 years ago in Criminal
Early Crime
Early Crime On the street away from the smell of the building crime officer Danin sat in his patrol car staring at the view of parking pavement directly in front of him. It was still dark out and shoppers had wandered into the store. He was tall and had the privilege of getting a bigger patrol car. The heater was on and the radio turned down low so he could still hear the populace. These days anybody would come by and fool with the cars or trash cans. The company never had him working with anyone and for all he knew he was the only one trying to prevent crime.
By Janelle McCulloch2 years ago in Criminal
Live, Love, Laugh at Salads
Hello fellow foodies and avid LLLS readers, it’s me, Jennilyn, and I wanted to start off by apologizing for not posting for a while. I’ve received a lot of your correspondence asking where I am and when I will be posting again. Don’t you fret! Live, Love, Laugh at Salads is back and ready to tingle your taste buds.
By Amos Glade2 years ago in Criminal
Fabiola. Runner-Up in the Whodunit Challenge. Top Story - January 2024.
Her son was in the back of the minivan, naked in his booster seat. On their way home from the beach, he was too sandy for comfort. Her daughter was buckled in beside him, still playing with her new seashells.
By Nicky Frankly2 years ago in Criminal
