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A Secret To Keep
I hate getting off work this late. The night shift at the diner means that I have to walk home in the dark which freaks me the fuck out. I’m a huge scaredy-cat to begin with, but throw me on a dark street at night, with no one around, and I’m pissing my pants at my own shadow. Tonight is no different.
By Anna Sparrow5 years ago in Criminal
Pushed to Kill.
Joe was a loner. Happy in his own company and always keeping himself to himself. I guess years of teasing and bullying, not just from the popular boys in school but girls too caused Joe to think maybe if he were invisible, he wouldn’t be a target. He was wrong!
By Sam Hellier5 years ago in Criminal
SMOLDER
The odor in the air was distinct. Sweet, almost cloying, with undertones of decay, burnt hair and flesh, and gasoline. Kelsie leaned over cautiously, stretching her hand over the smoldering pile behind a large rock, and felt the heat rising, cradling her palm.
By Nerie Dawn5 years ago in Criminal
Brisket, Pork Belly, Ribeye
Anna cradled her head in her palms and l let out a a deep breath she felt she had been holding all day. She could feel the stress slowly eroding that had built up during the dinner rush. I’m so over this. She thought. This job is killing me.
By Stephanie Vigil5 years ago in Criminal
Nerve Endings
Ken and Danny were hired killers and were pretty decent at their job. They were given a name, and they more often than not delivered a body. Obviously, the world of contract killing has its ups and downs, and there were always variables that would come up, but Ken and Danny could handle those instances in a professional manner. This is what made them valuable to their boss.
By Mark Bertolini5 years ago in Criminal
The Thief's Bible
Names, addresses, lock, and safe combinations, you name it, and it had it. The small, black, unassuming notebook was at first a simple curiosity as it just lay in the middle of the street beckoning someone to pick it up, and upon inspection, it was a wonderous treasure.
By Jeremy McLean5 years ago in Criminal
Should Have Known Better
The pipeline was slippery. I was crawling across it, trying to get to the middle so I could leap into the canal. They grease it with tar to prevent us from days like this. The boats were ignoring the no wake signs, speeding without regard for the manatees. It made things more exciting when I stood up and cannon-balled into the water, my feet landing safely on the bottom missing any broken glass or sharp rocks usually trapped there. I pushed upward, swimming against the strong current; splashing through the surface, I was staring at the front of a speeding boat. I quickly duck-dived – a trick I learned when surfing in choppy water only it's much easier when you don’t have a board. After dropping low in the water, I swam to the shore and jumped on my Dino bike. I was already running late for our game of Hunt.
By Kevin Charlton5 years ago in Criminal
Angry Earth
“I am Earth,” she said. I paused, my pen flicking gently over my note pad. Her name at the top. The date and a few notes. History of child abuse, neglect, injecting drug use. I tapped the pen on the paper, smoothing the furrow in my brow before it could form. She looked at me through her rusted curls. Defiant, practised eyes. Delusions of grandeur? I wrote. Delusions at the very least.
By Joanna Savage Coleman5 years ago in Criminal
