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Getting Out - Part One
Jim woke up with a jolt and stared at his beige ceiling. He turned to his left and stared at his beige wall for a bit before deciding to get out of his cream coloured bed and pad over to his crisp white computer. Boring. Life was just so boring.
By Sophie J. Clark5 years ago in Criminal
Empty Angel
The music is playing loudly and people are crowding around the house drinking and having a good time. Lilly Rowley is dressed in a baby blue ankle-length dress with white low-heeled shoes. Her hair is pulled back in a loose-fitting bun at the nape of her neck. Her baby blue eyes are searching the crowd in hopes of finding her three best friends Jessica, Angie, and Brittany. Finally, she spots them leaning against the wall talking and laughing.
By Melissa Nestico5 years ago in Criminal
The Emancipation of Collette Martin - Part 5
FBI HQ – Las Vegas, Nevada October 16th, 1968 Special Agent Davis and Special Agent Henderson sit behind a long white table in the headquarters conference room. “Hey, Dale didn’t you bring your yarn and frills to fiddle with?” Special Agent Henderson shoots Davis an icy stare. “No Collin, I left it back at the hotel.” Davis lightly smacks Henderson against the arm and laughs. The sound of the heavy wooden door opening has both men quickly rise from their seats. A skinny balding man enters the room and nods at both men. He motions for them to sit and all three men slide down in their respective chairs in unison.
By Ashley McGuire5 years ago in Criminal
The Emancipation of Collette Martin - Part 4
“Hey, can you give me a hand?” Collette struggles while pulling the body of an obese man from the driver’s seat of a dark green crew cab truck. Ben stands at the edge of the road nervously looking back and forth watching for other drivers. He slowly turns and walks over to the truck. He grabs the silk pantyhose that is wrapped around the man’s neck and tugs with all his strength. The body doesn’t budge. Frustrated, he places his hands around the man’s head and begins to pull. Collette grabs the now bluish-green arm of the dead man and leans back while pulling. A sudden loud pop and the head detaching from the spine sends Ben flying back and onto his bottom. Collette bends down slightly and looks in the cab, “There I see the problem. His large belly is getting caught on the steering wheel.” Ben struggles to his feet and looks back at the red town car they left together in from the diner. The front tire shredded from running over an unfortunate armadillo. Ben turns his attention back to the dead fat man and sees Collette pulling a large knife from her purse. She places the blade on the man’s large belly and gives a wink at Ben.
By Ashley McGuire5 years ago in Criminal
The Emancipation of Collette Martin - Part 3
Cincinnati Ohio – October 2nd, 1968 FBI Special Agent Collin Davis walks down the brightly lit hallway of the District 5 Cincinnati Police station. He passes several male officers who are clean-cut and look like they just graduated from High School. He hears them whispering as he turns and knocks on the door of Cincinnati Police Chief, Stanley Buck. A loud, “Enter” beckons from the other side of the door. Special Agent Davis turns the doorknob slowly and opens it slightly. He slides in and shuts the door quickly. Chief Buck stands slowly with a nervous grin on his chubby face. He reaches his hand out offering a friendly, but professional greeting. Special Agent Davis extends his hand and grabs the sweaty palm of the Chief. He lets go immediately and wipes the residual moist onto his pants. The Chief motions for him to sit, but Davis continues to stand. “So, what brings the Feds to come visit me on this fine Wednesday morning?” Davis clears his throat loudly and straightens his tie, “ I am here to discuss the bank fire from four weeks ago and the residential fire from last week. I believe they are related in some way.” The Chief leans forward, a concerned grimace spreads across his face. “Do you know the whereabouts of Mrs. Collette Martin?”
By Ashley McGuire5 years ago in Criminal
The Emancipation of Collette Martin - Part 2
“Direct from our newsroom in New York City, this is D.E.F News with Richard Cronenberg.” Collette Martin sits upright on her cherry-red loveseat devouring a mixing bowl full of vanilla ice cream. Her nightgown is heavily stained from not being washed in weeks. She brings the heaping spoon towards her mouth and the melting contents plop down on her chest. “Dang it!” She scoops the mess up with her fingers and into her mouth.
By Ashley McGuire5 years ago in Criminal
The Emancipation of Collette Martin - Part 1
An average looking woman with an average shaped body leans against a marble post smoking a cigarette. She is so unexceptional that no one notices the bulging tan bowling bag lying next to her feet. Her light brown eyes scan the lobby of Oakwood National Bank. Happily married couples sit side by side discussing mortgage loans with their plump and grumpy male lenders. Male tellers are discussing the outcome of the Cincinnati Reds game the night before. It was a shame Pete Rose had to miss the All-Star Game. A tall blonde with a nice bust comes prancing over to the woman. "Mr. Montgomery will see you now." The average woman smirks and drops the half-finished cigarette on the marble floor. She gently snuffs the life out of it with the heel of her cherry bomb Mary Janes. She lifts the bowling bag struggling to keep it up and follows the blonde to an open office.
By Ashley McGuire5 years ago in Criminal
Yours
Just as they settled into bed a phone rung in Queenies nightstand. She squeezed her eyes tight and whispered, "you gotta be kidding me." She rolled over, opened the drawer and took the phone into her bathroom. Redd lay there looking shocked but confused. Queenie closed the bathroom door as she answered. "What happened?" She sighed. "Yo mans fucked up!" A male exclaimed on the other end. "What do you mean?" She quizzed. "Sean left the trailer with no lock. There ain't shit here." "Excuse me?"Queenie gritted through her teeth, trying not to be loud. "I can't leave right now. Find his stupid ass and I mean now!" She demanded and hung up. Queenie clinched the counter, rage filled her entire body. Not only was Sean one of her do boys, he was her most recent ex, as well as a barber at her barbershop. She paced the bathroom til she heard Redd knock on the door. "Babe you good?" He shouted. Queenie exhaled and opened the door. "Yeah they fucked up some receipts at the shop. I'll fix it in the morning." Redd studied her, then guided her back to the bed. They wrapped themselves together and fell asleep.
By Theresa Marguerite Wickliffe5 years ago in Criminal
Happy Anniversary
I hate clichés. Everyone says they do, but they still buy twelve red roses on the 14th of February as if it means something more than they couldn’t come up with an original idea (even if they tried so hard it caused a delicious blood vessel to burst in their insignificant little brains) and the local 7/11 still happened to have some fresh ones left. So, when I found myself, without an umbrella, running through the rain in a tan trench coat that barely did enough to keep my clothes underneath from becoming drenched, heading to the 24/7 Diner on the edge of Connolly Street, looking like something out of a bad PI movie, nobody could have been more disheartened than I was.
By Clara Elizabeth Hamilton Orr Burns5 years ago in Criminal
Contraband
I pulled into the parking lot of the diner, this is where I was told that I might be able to score some product. The engine idled in my classic muscle car, it had always made too much noise in my opinion. Loud aggressive noise that I personally found abrasive. I twisted the key in the ignition, bringing a satisfying silence that I decided to bask in for just a moment as I rolled down the passenger side window just a crack. The driver side door creaked a low moan as I forced it open, allowing me to plant my boots on the ground. I looked up at the flickering neon sign that read 'Diner 4 All', the N, the R and the 4 weren't lit up, this was definitely the right place. I stood there for a moment and wondered if the technical difficulties were premeditated before I made my way towards the front door.
By Ethan Grimes5 years ago in Criminal
Give and Take
Chris shovelled another mound of dirt onto the heap. It was high now, unnaturally high. He could have stopped a while ago, but he was too paranoid. Scared that at any moment part of her arm would stick out of the dirt, exposed for anyone to see. The shoulder, the elbow, the hand…
By Apoorv Jaiswal5 years ago in Criminal
