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Wicked Blood
PROLOGUE WIND HOWLS THROUGH the deserted harbor of Ivanthe, Oregon. The sky begins to darken, and clouds swelled with cold, bitter rain threaten to pour over the silent city. Bursts of lightning follow soon after, steadily making their way from one end of the city to the other. No one dares to go outside; those caught outside are trapped within the shelter of their cars.
By Izabella Lora5 years ago in Criminal
A new Superhero Story - Part 1
The city dark and full of dusk. Light post’s broken down, sparkling. They have certainly seen better days. The streets cluttered with trash and hopelessness. A gas station lit up at night, being robbed. The caretaker’s inside, shivering in fear of a man, dressed in a strawberry suit holding a gun to his head. His costume bright red and a little worn. On his head sat a red hat with green leaves sprouting from the top, his face covered in red makeup, and his legs covered with black pants. He is fully dedicated to his act. The strawberry man says to him: “Hands up! This is a strobbery!!”. The caretaker getting the key and unlocking the cash register, a young man in a green shirt and blonde hair tackles the strawberry. “GAH!” they both go. The strawberry, not understanding what just happend, drops the gun and looks around, but only sees the floor. Suddenly his arms are pulled behind his head and he begins to kick and move as much as possible. The blonde holding him down with all his might, the previously shaken up caretaker now holding a shotgun to them both. Without much thought, the blonde young man lets go and the strawberry makes a dash for it. BANG the shotgun went and missed him.
By Lynda Rose5 years ago in Criminal
STREET TIES
It's funny how things go in the hood. The game that we were dropped in and made to love was just a revolving door to the pen. My homie, Woo, was getting released today, and I told my dawg I was going to catch him when he touched down. He did 10yrs flat in Angola so with that being said, I gotta greet my dawg, right?
By Corey Jefferson5 years ago in Criminal
Kevin's Homecoming
Chapter 18 Present Paul stood on the front porch of his home in the late afternoon when they drove up. He had been pacing for most of the day, and the spent energy etched darkened circles under his eyes. When Paul saw Kevin sitting in the front seat, a tremendous sense of relief swept over him. He thanked God silently for the answered prayer and slowly released the grip he had on the porch rail.
By Eddie Dollgener5 years ago in Criminal
It Can't Wait
They never caught me and they never will. They have never seen me, for I am invisible, even as the either that surrounds your earth. I am not a human being, but a spirit and a demon from the hottest hell. I am what you Orleanians and your foolish police call the Axeman…
By Micah James5 years ago in Criminal
Kevin's Homecoming
Present Joseph Stevens watched Kevin sitting on the bench in the middle of the park. The young man fed some birds hopping around his feet. The scene irked him tremendously. A woman who pushed her toddler around in a three-wheeled stroller waved to him in a friendly greeting. The sheriff was not in a pleasant mood. He was tired of seeing Kevin wandering about in the town as if nothing were wrong with it. He turned his car to the curb and stepped out with a measure of agitation.
By Eddie Dollgener5 years ago in Criminal
