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The Rabbit and The Salamander
Most people won’t believe this story, but it doesn’t matter. I know what I saw. As I sit here on my bunk in FCI Lompoc, writing this all out, the memory itself seems like the culmination of a fever dream. Perhaps that’s why I’m writing it out. Trying to fix the details of it in my mind before they slip away.
By Matthew Hutchings5 years ago in Criminal
World of Sh*t
They wheeled her in, screaming, swelling with life. A large woman and her still growing foetus, the latter being slowly and all too soon ejected from his motherly chamber, that origin of the world. As I mopped the white floors, nauseous from the sharp smell of the cleaning agents, the nurses and a doctor rushed the woman down the corridor where I’m sure there were devices for both mother and child. Curious, I feigned to clean outside that room to see if the mother would keep her life, if the child would begin a new one. I heard the doctor spouting orders to the nurses; the doctor, that clean blue-eyed and manicured gentleman who would never say good morning to me, the lowly janitor. He, to whom I say, “Excuse me, please” when needing to walk by as he blocks my way, never responds with even a derogatory remark. I don’t exist in his high plain, and he can’t see me way down here in the valley of the sallow.
By Michael Z. Atrata5 years ago in Criminal
The Waggish Traveller
Albert brushed the crumbled dirt from the roots of a tree before turning to sit. The day was hot, and the shade was a welcome break from the beating sun. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and removed his derby hat to wipe the sweat from his brow. Dark curls fell to his forehead and clung to it from the moisture.
By Kelly Retz5 years ago in Criminal
Ugh! Millennials!
"This cant be right Ivan. Are you sure we're in the right place? " He looked down in his black leather notebook and then up at the sign welcoming us to the college campus. Pushing his glasses back on his nose he looked over at me in confusion. A look I didn't see from him often.
By Blue Dymond5 years ago in Criminal
Bitch Better Have My Money
“Bitch better have my money!” The familiar sound of Rhianna’s iconic voice rings out from the pocket of Nick’s dark and dirty jeans. He can simultaneously feel the vibration of his phone as he rides his old green Schwinn down the streets of California. Traffic is congested but moving steady and he knows, that if he is to make it on time he cannot risk stopping to answer then getting stuck in the dreaded rush hour traffic. Still, his stomach sinks but, hearing that ring tone always has that effect on him.
By Diseree Lee Zacher5 years ago in Criminal
Rightfully Theirs
The fire blazed from the light in the gas lamp. In fact, it exploded and sent the horses scurrying about, spooked by the blast. The cool October wind sent sparks into the air. Gaston Fellows’ buggy approached the lawyer’s office in 1896 Newark, Delaware. Somehow, the fiery show from the lamp post explosion seemed like foreshadowing to Fellows.
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Criminal
A Woman of Her Word
Philosophy is the science of understanding what makes people do things. Politics is the science of making people understand why they should do things. Blackmail is just the intersection of the two. In that way, at least Penny thought of herself as a Renaissance woman. It was the Italian High Renaissance, and her archetype was Peitro Aretino, but a Renaissance woman was a Renaissance woman, and if she was in the mould of an erudite, bisexual pornographer, so much the better. She sat back on the sofa she rescued from the curb, lit a thin, menthol cigarette, and stared at the small, leather bound journal.
By June M. Burton5 years ago in Criminal
