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A Message worth a life
Chapter: 1 the kidnapping One o'clock in the afternoon on a cloudy day in the city of roses Savannah gets out of class early. They had a test and she finished early so she decided to head home. On her way to the parking lot, she noticed a sign with a red cross symbol on it right outside the door.
By keyontay wallace6 years ago in Criminal
Searching for a Villain
The world seems out of control sometimes. Well for me it's always out of control. I don't know who I am or who I want to be. I know I have a purpose for being here, I just don't know what that is right now. Ever since I lost my best friend I've been trying to exist in a world where it's just me and my thoughts. Trust me my thoughts are pretty dark. But I'm existing, I'm living and waking up everyday searching for my purpose. Every story has a villain, well mine is my own mind-my thoughts. I battle my darkness away each day and it is not easy.
By Yelisa Espinal6 years ago in Criminal
The Room
George stood outside on the balcony. In the distance, a sign read Welcome to Miami in stark white letters. Underneath, in spray paint, it continued bien venido a Miami. Palm trees lined each side of the street approaching the motel whose balcony held the lumbering weight of George’s two hundred seventy-three-pound frame.
By Keith Jacobs6 years ago in Criminal
The Emerald Hotel
November 7, 2002 My therapist advised me to start writing down my thoughts and life events in this book. She said to write at least a paragraph, so I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Frederick Johnson. I am the owner of my own hotel-The Emerald Hotel-and I am not insane. I thought I should just clarify that, since people who see therapists are usually some degree of crazy, but not in this case. I hardly see a point in writing my thoughts into some stupid little book, but psychotherapy is the only (somewhat) appealing option, so I’m stuck.
By Anne Howland6 years ago in Criminal
A Life Worth Knowing
This man grew up in a broken home, he tried to hold himself together, traumatized by his own family and the bullying and mistreatment but yet again born in 1965 is a different era, different style to actually make a family work, yet, he grew not needing much except a mother and a father.
By Butcher Drek6 years ago in Criminal
Jack Forte: The Jaguar's Treasure
There Jack was, riding in the back of the hospital van with his dying dad on the stretch-bed. His dad gestured him to come closer, he whispered in his ear “The honey jar is hidden the the cave where the jaguar sleeps.” Jack heard this frequently growing up --- still, he wondered what this could mean. His dad handed him a blood-stained gold envelope with Jack’s name on it.
By Termynl Network6 years ago in Criminal
The Hit
The Hitman didn’t have a good explanation as to why this young boy was sitting in his office, on one of his desk chairs. He wasn’t even supposed to be in a smoke shop, never mind being here in the back office talking to a hired killer. This kid couldn’t be more than thirteen years old.
By Micah James6 years ago in Criminal
Pomp and Circumstance
It was early in the morning; the birds had just begun to sing their songs. Renard walked to the King’s Head Tavern a few blocks east away from the grand bazaar. He entered through the back door, as he was instructed, and entered a dimly lit room with many cloaked figures mingling amongst each other. Sitting at a large oak desk; Ridley Oordeel was spinning a dagger on its tip.
By Peter Muelling6 years ago in Criminal
Just A Minute - Prologue
It’s nine in the morning. The sun is barely up on the horizon, slowly coming up as the fog starts to clear on the streets. It’s colder than I thought it’s going to be when I put on a skirt without tights and very thin green coat. I see some cars passing by and some people walking vigorously, probably to work where they spend most of their day. Some of their faces are buried in the scarves and I can only see their tired eyes poking out. On the other side of the road, there’s a woman arguing with a policeman about her tickets for parking at double yellow lines. She is red on the face, almost matching the colour of her coat. Trees are moving lightly to the wind, creating multiple shadows on the path. Some of them look like very twisted creatures, some have a similarity to animals.
By Monika Gil6 years ago in Criminal
