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AcademyMurders: Cascade. Content Warning.
Collars seemed to be fit for shiny stuff. She missed tagging her collars and shoulders with captain insignia. The gleam for the “choo choo” tracks always spurred Kim to be the best Leader of Marines that she could be.
By Skyler Saunders2 years ago in Criminal
Corrupted Youth
The body lay on the chaise in the white framed summer house, alabaster skin as smooth as the marble Venus who gazed unfeeling upon the woman’s beauty, her equal for now, though beneath that skin the cells had started to consume themselves. Supine, draped in a Chinese silk robe, and framed by palm and fig leaves, drooping in the heat, she could have been sleeping, but then a fly landed upon her cheek, and remained, unswatted, hopeful. Beyond the glass paned walls, the bees went about their business, humming steadily amidst the brazen red of poppies and the white lace parasols of hemlock along the footpath separating the garden from the meadow beyond, and the birds called across the browning lawn to their brethren, perched on the parapet of the house. It had been a quiet death, at the end, and only the dead woman had been perturbed by her passing.
By Hannah Moore2 years ago in Criminal
Murder On Piccola. Top Story - January 2024.
“This…is…life,” said Stefano, taking a swig of beer and surveying the pebbly beach in front of him. He laid back in his chair, letting the Mediterranean sun beat down on his tan chest. He turned his face toward Antonio who was laying in the chair beside him, “What do you think of the island?”
By Jenna Tomovich2 years ago in Criminal
The inconvenience of being dead.
The warm sunlight came dancing in betwixt the shadows of my open window, as a gentle wind ruffled the curtains. Wind wrapped itself in gossamer tiny bursts and hurried to eagerly kiss my cheeks, urging me to awaken-ness. Birds twittered giddily, bringing the promise of a new day whispering upon the sunbeams.
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Criminal
Brightside Revisited
She slipped outside to have a late cigarette. Her latest client wasn't taking the hint, and actually expected his paltry money to allow him to sleep over in her bed. Hers! If he hadn't moved by the time she got back into the warmth, she'd have her servants throw him out. Time was precious, in her profession.
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Criminal
