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Infinity
He lived alone and he didn’t have many friends. Yet someone was knocking. He wasn’t expecting any deliveries and the landlord didn’t give him any notice about a visit.
By Cadeem Lalor5 years ago in Criminal
Old Endings and New Beginnings
The sound of the rain pouring on the roof would normally have me far gone into a dream, far from my own reality. Through right now thoughts swirled around my head faster than I can process them. I looked around the apartment, nothing was left, not even glimmer of the life that sustained me for 6 years. There was no hint of where he went, or why. I could admit that our relationship was more convenience than anything, but it was each other that ensured we would survive.
By Danielle Drescher5 years ago in Criminal
The Little Black Book
The Little Black Book They were best friends. They never were without the other which is why it was quite devastating for Ronnie when Beam left Oakland California to live with his pops in Sacramento. Ronnie was lost for the first couple of weeks. He lost him homie.
By Mario Dantae5 years ago in Criminal
Iron Fists and Silent Cries
Hoboken, New Jersey (1971) Mildred saw the rain splattering and pouring down her bedroom windowpane. She desperately tried to stay busy by keeping track of the direction the raindrops took once they landed on her window. Some seemed to rapidly trickle down without straying in the slightest, others collided with existing raindrops and made their way to the very bottom; however, the ones that always had her undivided attention were those that (in her mind) seemed to make their way down as if they were attempting to win some sort of race.
By Amanda Rae Rodriguez5 years ago in Criminal
Lost.
CHAPTER I As my tongue touches the roof of my mouth, the overwhelming anxiety instantly consumes me. I no longer taste the heinous morning breath that usually plagues me until I slaughter it in its tracks by way of Listerine liquid. I taste asbestos, saw dust, and stale air. I open my tired, bloodshot eyes, and gaze upon the sanguine wall in front of me.
By Shawn Mitchell5 years ago in Criminal
Annie Spaulding
ONE Annie Spaulding looked nice. She had chosen an attractive but suitably conservative dress for the occasion. An inconspicuous look allowing the appropriate degree of respect for the circumstances she found herself in.
By Luke Howe5 years ago in Criminal
Fifteen Years of Letters
Such is the persistence of pen pals, Eliza had written Jonathon every day for 15 years, and every day, he had written back, barring some obstructions that had crossed their path, the broken-down car, the hospitalization, the week that her mother had died. It had become part of a ritual so deeply embedded in her day that no day seemed quite complete without sending one missive across the water, knowing that its echo would return to her later in the day.
By Rita Valkerry5 years ago in Criminal
The Color of Kindness
Ian Lawson was sworn in by the Bailiff, then the District Attorney Paul Milton questions, “Can you identify the killer of the seven bank employees that were murdered six weeks ago.”
By Annelise Lords 5 years ago in Criminal
Black Diary
They say everything happens for a reason and that reason causes change. They say sometimes it hurts and sometimes it is hard but, in the end, it is all for the best. Maybe that is true, especially for Reign Sommers. Well at least, that is who I used to be. It has been months since my husband’s passing and it is finally paying off. I loved Terrence Sommers with every breath in me… I just got tired of being reminded of my past. Here I am in the middle of winter signing the last piece of my freedom as Executor of a twenty-million dollar Estate. My heart has never been so cold.
By Shandell Crutchfield5 years ago in Criminal
O.P.
“ATHENA, YOU BETTER NOT BE HERE WHEN I GET BACK !” Those were the last words my stepfather said to me that day. When I was 6 my parents separated, and not long after my mother remarried, his name was Oliver. At first Oliver was the sort of parent my dad had never been, and the husband my Mom had always wished for.
By Angela 5 years ago in Criminal
The Blackout
The streets are still slick and damp from last night’s rain. The gravelly pavement is spongy with water from the downpour that bombarded the city most of last week. Although the sky is tinged with ominous looking clouds in the distance, the day is tepid and surprisingly not cold or misty at all, which is a rare occurrence in this city, where it’s common to see fog rolling in around the Financial District or Fisherman’s Wharf, after a perfectly sunny morning. Eerily, the fog rolling in on such a beautiful day seems like a harbinger of ominous things to come and a symbol of my current circumstances.
By Cindy Escamilla 5 years ago in Criminal
Tribulation
The rain spiralled into a hypnotic dance, darkness overriding, with a lingering aura of dread. Misery spread like plague, the lifeless expression on Malcom's face would make anybody turn in fear. His pale complexion and droopy eyes from 82 restless hours would make anyone question if he was a zombie or not. Yet his eyes were so alluring and mysterious. A brown so dark, they almost seemed black.
By Hannah Palmer5 years ago in Criminal