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The Other Side of Me
"She didn't know, and couldn't see it. She needs medical help!" The opposing counsel stood and yelled. "Objection! She knew what she was doing!"
By Teagan5 years ago in Criminal
I Would Destroy This World For You - Chapter 6
Rand was last to exit the plane, his nap cut short by their descent into Osaka. Marcus and Rayven were already off the plane and talking to a woman who was waiting for them on the tarmac with a black car. After they all had their luggage in the trunk, they slipped into the car. Rand and Rayven sat in the back with Marcus in the front passenger seat.
By Wakane Ebonheart5 years ago in Criminal
Psycho Valentine
Day One I got a phone call from mother, no, let me reframe that, mother left hundreds of voicemails and texts on my mobile phone just to tell me that grandma had died. Ok, that ancient piece of museum quality antique kicked it, so what? Everyone’s gotta die someday, I’ve been waiting for this to happen for quite a few years now but that old piece of shit just won’t drop it. And now, I’m having the time of my life here in university, with all the wild party invites to fulfil and ultra handsome bikes to spot and ride, naturally, I can not be bothered to attend to dead people. But father knows me better than anyone else, he told mother to tell me that he got the new iPhone X waiting for me at home, if I attend the funeral, it is mine. Ah, dilemma, dilemma, to iPhone or to ravish hot chiselled bodies. Ok, you old pieces of shit, you got me. iPhone X here I come.
By Rex5 years ago in Criminal
What have I become?
"Aye bruh! Aye bruh! Let me hold five, so I can get a 2'11. I'll wash your windows." "I'm good O.G. I ain't got it." This was my life now, begging and asking younger G's for help. Knowing that I couldn't go back into the neighborhood corner store. I was caught stealing a beer. Too broke to buy my own. Still managed to maintain my respect from the work I put in. My life is now of a pee-on.
By Brad Mason5 years ago in Criminal
The Observer
The Observer. © 2020 Symphisis Long, low swells rose lazily out of the Indian Ocean, piling up on themselves until their teetering tips cascaded forward and down their advancing faces. First rays of sunlight lanced over the coastal heath and shimmered in the dancing foam. The waves hit the beach with a thud, hissed across the golden sand, then receded.
By Symphisis5 years ago in Criminal
HALLUCINATION
SAM: "Sam, wake up." I heard my mom calling my sleeping soul in her sluggi voice. "Wake up kid, someone is at the door". The bell rang again. This time I gathered all my courage and got off the bed. I pushed my body to walk to the door, with partially opened eyes. The rain was pouring heavily outside, with the roar of thunder. I opened the door.
By Kartik Pawar5 years ago in Criminal
Trapped: A Short Story
“Why?” “You’re my favorite.” Sammy gripped the edge of the table. “Why?” she asked again. “Honestly, why, why, why? Aren’t you tired of asking that? I’m tired just listening to you,” Simon said with an exaggerated sigh.
By Jill Mecham5 years ago in Criminal
The Ripper Case
Nightfall came, pouring rain beat against a decade-old black Charger. The rain, fell hard and fast, making it hard to see through the window. With all the dings, the dented front fender, and rust spots on the rear, nobody knew this was an off-duty vehicle. In the darkness of night, beneath heavy rain, nobody noticed the lone detective sitting there, hunting a serial killer known as The Ripper.
By Jason Ray Morton 5 years ago in Criminal
Hell is Hard to Find
He hadn’t laid eyes on her in over a year. No one had, really. But that seems to be common considering the circumstances under which she had departed--gone without a trace and for no apparent reason. This tends to disturb the people closest to you, in this case a longtime lover, and can hardly be considered a welcome exit strategy.
By Ben Parsons5 years ago in Criminal
Mafia hideout
I was walking to work on a sunny Tuesday mid-morning. It was peaceful until I saw what looked like three men, and two of the men had a gun. The next thing I heard was a gunshot. I looked at the two men in the eye and then took off running. They were chasing after me.
By Kesha Ash5 years ago in Criminal
The Little Things
Percy was out of options, his mind and energy in his body. His heavy breath produced a cold fog that seemed to match the temperature of the blood that coursed through his veins. It was done and so was he.
By Anthony Hall5 years ago in Criminal
Running Love
It all started five years ago. I was on my way to work when I decided to stop and get me a cup of coffee at the local cafe. I always order a coffee with vanilla and a splash of cinnamon. Yum. After getting my coffee, I was walking out of the restaurant, and bang the door hit me right in the face spilling my coffee all over me. Ugh. I yelled seriously, are you that blind? as I looked up and saw a well-dressed man standing in front of me with his mouth open and scared to say anything. I then apologized for being rude. He then apologized to me for hitting me in the face with the door and asked if he could buy me another coffee.
By Kesha Ash5 years ago in Criminal