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Something Went Wrong
I wake up lying on a cold, hard basement floor in a room I don’t recognize. In fact, I don’t recognize much of anything, including the man completely prone next to me. My head is aching, and when I touch my right hand to my temple my fingers come away with blood. That may explain the most important thing I can’t reconcile… Who the hell am I?
By Amanda Shea5 years ago in Criminal
UNSATISFIED DARKNESS
I write in this black leather wrapped book my life in blood; my story of how I became my worst nightmare and soon to be yours. A story of a young dreamer with such imagination it tormented those around him.
By Chris Gage5 years ago in Criminal
Misfortune
Kana- My alarm went off at 5am on a Saturday morning. I woke up, and brushed my teeth. I got dressed, wearing a black and green zebra striped Nike Pro sports bra, black Nike Pro capri-length weighted leggings, black Nike Crew socks, and green, teal, and white Nike running shoes. I put my red bicep-length hair with blonde ombré in a braid and stuck my AirPod pros into my ears.
By Jade Zemlock5 years ago in Criminal
The Execution of Marissa Wilkes
November 3rd, 1975 Reed Thatcher never wanted to become a journalist, on the contrary, he wanted to become a novelist, a mystery novelist to be exact. His parents, on the other hand, saw that career as unrealistic and gave him an ultimatum, either pursue a more realistic career or go without their help in school and possibly failing. So, of course, Reed broke and gave into his parent’s demands.
By Kasey Ratliff5 years ago in Criminal
UNSATISFIED DARKNESS
By: Chris Alan Balcomb ll   I write in this black leather wrapped book my life in blood; my story of how I became my worst nightmare and soon to be yours. A story of a young dreamer with such imagination it tormented those around him.
By Chris Gage5 years ago in Criminal
Stranger From Within
Out of all my senses sight was the last one to come back to me; I could hear a murmur of voices, feet shuffling and doors opening and closing. It smelt like bleach…pine? No…lemon…I inhaled again definitely lemon, there was a metallic tang…and stale food. I licked my bottom lip, it was dry and cracked, I could taste coffee and…chicken? My stomach growled; I went to clutch it when a sharp pain zipped up my left arm; I grabbed it with my right hand. There was a tube on my arm I traced it up with my fingers and frowned…it was in the nook of my arm…a needle…my eyes shot open wide and I blinked a few times before looking down at my arm, then to the bag hanging off the stand. I frowned as I scanned the hospital room…there was nothing in the room except a tv, chair, side table, a window, a couple of machines I was attached too a door to the bathroom and the bed I laid on. I stared at the machines, watching the lines go up and down as my heartbeat…I tried to remember what happened last night, but nothing. I looked at my arms not a mark on them, I pulled the blankets back and looked at my legs…again nothing. My body felt stiff like I had not moved for a week; I threw my legs over the side of the bed and grabbed the IV stand before making may way to the bathroom. I glanced around looking for personal affects, I went back into the room and went to the side table…nothing but a bible. I frowned as I sat on the edge of the bed, glancing around the room again. I reached and grabbed the chart at the end of the bed, glanced at my wrist and turned the hospital bracelet…all it had on it was Jane Doe. I looked at the chart, again it had Jane Doe where my name was supposed to be; no date of birth, no next of kin, no previous medical history at all. There was a time and date of when I was admitted, it read 11:24PM 08/04/2018. I read it again and frowned, did I go to a party last night? Did I get alcohol poisoning? Was I drugged? Where were my parents? Was I robbed? Is that why I do not have anything with me? I put the chart back and headed back to the bathroom for a shower.
By Shawnee-may Green5 years ago in Criminal
Missing! Book 1: Sierra Dawson
Kenzie is a 16-year-old girl who helps families around the world find their missing children. Her best friend Michael is 15 years old and is part of the team. They both go to Melbourne High School in Topeka, Kansas. They have been phenomenally successful in their adventures and have made a lot of friends who help on missions.
By Mikayla Wright5 years ago in Criminal
D Bounty
A lone Bounty Hunter known as "D" walks into a loud tavern. The dark figures in of the tavern quickly grew silent as they find their gaze locked on D as he heads to table. D calls on the bar keep to get him a bottle of Gin. The bar keep looks around his tavern as a group dark figures slowly forms and approaches D. Each holding onto their 6 shot pistols by the hip. The bar keep musters up the courage to say "I daa da don't wa wa want no trouble. BEST GA GET OUT!". The hesitation in his tone gives D an idea of who the bar keep fears. D gives the tavern a quick scan. A larger figure advances from the crowd and holds a 6 shot to D's face. A moment of silence so thick you can cut with a knife. The large dark figure shoots just to the side of D grazing his cheek which startles the bar keep making him fall nocking down some booze off the shelves. As the bar keep falls to the grounds he sees glass shattering and booze everywhere. The bar keep tries to stand but his old knees would not allow him to. The bar keep says "HEY....!!!", before the last sound could exit his tongue all he can hear is a loud "BANG!!!" follow by a thud. Grabbing the counter the bar keep finally rises to finds a man on the ground. Smoke rises from his forehead like the bud off a lit cigar, blood starting to leave the body forming a river slowly progressing to the edge of the counters and a lifeless body. A loud scream from corner of the tavern and the group of dark figures starts to retreat back into their shadows. D "gin now". The bar keep grabs a cup and starts pouring his drink shaking missing the cup drenching the counter tops. D grabs the drink and chugs it down with one big gulp sighs and grabs his knife. He decapitates the figures head pulls it up to the bar keep saying "this should cover the bill and all the trouble". The bar keep looks at him in horror as D walks out.
By Sae5 years ago in Criminal
The Execution of Marissa Wilkes
The night was warm, much too warm for a December night, even if she lived in Florida where they were known to be a warm state. She takes a drag from the cigarette that she had been holding between her left index and middle finger. The game was coming to an end, she knew it was, or maybe it was only just beginning.
By Kasey Ratliff5 years ago in Criminal
Madison
Sometimes in life doing what you perceive as being right is not always right. That decision you make when the chips are down and you're holding all the cards isn't always your decision to make. The consequences of those decisions can often change the destiny of not just you, but everyone around you. This was the case late one evening in the offices of Clint Madison, a renowned criminal leader turned legit. In this office stands two people, unable to fully comprehend the magnitude of the situation they’re in. One makes the decision to change the fate of the other, this sparks a downward spiral for not just him but for that friend and Clint’s daughter.
By Mark Cannon Jr.5 years ago in Criminal
Ocean's 2 and a half
Takad and Spoons were two partners in crime. On a remote island. They call themselves the dynamic duo's who can steal a six-pack of beer at a store and go unnoticed. They would drink beer and barbecue every day by celebrating every completed mission of stealing beer.
By Waldo Yamada5 years ago in Criminal
The Robbery of Mr. Gobb
Mr. Gobb had been dead for two hours by the time they got his body to the boat. “Let’s get him in,” Borscht said. Plum cupped his hands into the armpits of Mr. Gobb. Borscht grabbed his feet.
By Sara Rose5 years ago in Criminal