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I Craved Him to Death
I woke up this morning and believe it or not he was on my mind. I rolled over and kissed Michael on the forehead. He stirred slightly, but of course did not wake. I climbed out of bed and looked at myself in the mirror Michael installed for me. It was a beautiful floor length mirror. I handpicked it out from our local Joann. Here I am, living in my dream house with the man of my dreams and all I can think about is him. It had been years since they had closed the case, but the thought of that night lingers in my brain. All I can remember is the feel of his blood on my hands, watching the light as it left his eyes. I craved him to death. I had longed for the taste of his lips against my neck, the feel of his hands in mine. I desired the way he felt between my legs and the way he caused my body to react. I can still feel him. I craved him to death. He knew I was addicted. He was my weekly fix. No, he was my weakness. He was the reason I felt like this. He was the reason I cried myself to sleep at night. Oh, how I loved our highs, but man, did I hate our lows. That is why he had to go. He spent so much time destroying women and we just continued to allow him. I had to do it. He was my first. I apologized and catered to his ego to get him to invite me in. I knew there was only one thing on his mind. I obliged and removed my coverings. He stared at me with the devil in his eyes: full of lust and desire. I always loved the hunger in his eyes and the way he drank my body in. I coaxed him into letting me be on top. For once he got the opportunity to be catered to. Little did he know it would be his last. I would be his last. We broke out the handcuffs like we always did but this time for him.
By Lynn Ramirez5 years ago in Criminal
Till My Heart Was Stolen
The rain was light and cold as it hit Embry Clark's face as she waited under her jacket for a cab to pull over in New York City. Her detective work had brought her here from New Orleans, where she had moved to with her parents at the young age of seven. She glanced at her watch and huffed and waved another taxi down but to no avail.
By Sabal Cloonan5 years ago in Criminal
The Street Cleaner
Vigilante. Self-proclaimed judge, jury, and executioner. Death on the streets. I am called all of these. I have several names. I have several rifles. I have several bullets and if you try to get away, your name is written on one of them.
By Rusty Weeks5 years ago in Criminal
A Time to Live
“I’m going to be late again” He said for the hundredth time, knowing all too well the resistance he would be met with. Kate would always urge him home, after all Sarah had school in the morning and will be in bed soon. Neither of them see very much of him lately.
By Andrew Mark Holcomb5 years ago in Criminal
When You're the Line
I jerked back around the corner and slammed myself against the wall, my breath catching in my throat. Directly in front of me was a closed dumpster. It stank. I need a mask. I looked to my left. It was a dead end. I wished that I knew the streets better and made a mental note to study the inner-city maps if I ever made it back to HQ.
By Amber Lee5 years ago in Criminal
Family Patriarch
I was 21 when I first met my killer... Hi my name is Harry Gregory-Underwood, I’m a Junior at Oxford University majoring in Law. When I graduate, I want to become a Criminal Lawyer and work for the top Law Firm here in Britechester,England, Person & Person Inc. I was found dead in a ditch at Sanderson Park by my dear roommate, Tabias Ferguson at exactly 2am on March 4th near a brothel called Slooshes.
By Taeja Williams5 years ago in Criminal
The lost monocle
Our story takes us back, back farther than we dare to wonder, to the start of the 18th century. It's a dark misty night on the banks of lake Serpentine, the fog drags across the lake like a lost ghostly mother searching for her lost wanderlings. The moonlight hides an eery feeling of lust and despair of 18th century London. In the distance, a light comes crawling closer. It's Elizabeth, a young beautiful redheaded maiden making her way back from a long night's work at the Rusty Raven In where she does everything from cleaning rooms to cleaning tombs. The lantern is dangling at a slight angle showing her tiredness but is moving faster showing her urge to get home and fall in her dusty old splintered bed.
By Jean-Pierre5 years ago in Criminal
The Experiment
Chicago; the city I'd come to call home. It wasn't the most ideal place in The United States, and like all major cities Chicago had it's share of problems. It was, however, the only city on earth that made me feel like I was contributing to something bigger than myself. With how quickly the world was picking itself back up, just two years after the China pandemic, Chicago had seen a number of disasters it was trying to repair itself from; economic disaster, high murder rates, riots, thousands of arrests, escalated numbers of homelessness, children orphaned before they were able to crawl. One could go on forever about how many other similar disasters were happening.
By Jennifer Soldner5 years ago in Criminal
Shadows
It was a dark, cold night in London. She got onto the tube at Mile End station, clutching onto her handbag as she walked down the carriage to an empty seat, she crossed her legs and unbuttoned her jacket, putting her bag on the empty seat beside her. Her big beady eyes scanned her surroundings, looking at each and every passenger on their late-night journeys from work. Her hair was tied up in a bun above her head and she wore one of those basic blue surgical masks that most people have at least one of nowadays.
By Ben Keir5 years ago in Criminal
The Dragon
Clicking on the keys sounded with an echo in the dimly lit shell of a room. A twin bed, with slept in sheets and thin pillow filled one wall. A book shelf and desk filled the other side of the room. The rest was bare, not lived in. This room as a whole, barely lived in, almost deserted. Rain fell down in large droplets outside, banging against the windows in a fury. The glass creates a fog, as his hands glide across the keys as a pianist does a finely tuned piano. He looks up and in a daze walks over to the window wiping away the condensation with a torn bloody sleeve. Walking back he sits at the desk and sighs before typing again.
By Katelyn Doner 5 years ago in Criminal
Valencia Chasen
She laid her head on the window watched the world pass by through the glass covered in raindrops. Her headphones tucked comfortably in her ears as the song 'Vanilla Baby by Billie Marten' lulled her mind. She glanced at her mother in the driver's seat who had been clutching the wheel so hard that her knuckles were white. It was a new day, a new town, everything felt okay. 'But for how long' she thought to herself as she stared back out the window.
By W h o e v e r c a r e s5 years ago in Criminal
Saturn in Retrograde I 1:2, 1:3
Note: I wrote Saturn in Retrograde in 2004, based loosely on the Columbine High School massacre. At the time, school shootings and mass-casualty shooting events were rare. Sixteen years on, they have become all too common. I feel the novel is somewhat prophetic in thatregard. At any rate, it's a real thrill-ride for the reader, the story of a young man and his hostages to fortune on one fast, sexy and ultimately tragic night of violence and bloodshed.
By Tom Baker5 years ago in Criminal