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Chapter 1: Sentenced Sentenced for life. The blaring sirens still ring in my ears as I faintly hear the judge declare the Man’s sentence. Guilty. I know I tried my best to fight for this man and preserve his innocence, but I’ve failed, and the jury decided it best that he is found guilty. He was declared an accomplice to a brutal mass murder and heinous act performed by a cruel man issued the name “The Bull”. The Bull’s real name is Santigo Marco-Florez, but he earned his tag as “The Bull” after he was suspected of many brutal crimes committed for no reason.
By Burndown Meglynx6 years ago in Criminal
Electric
Characters: EMILY, a 23-year-old senior at University of Vermont (UVM). She is a biology major and very studious. If she’s not sleeping or working, she’s probably studying. She lives with LAUREN and DANA in an off-campus apartment. She and Lauren are close friends. She acts as a buffer between Lauren and Dana.
By Micah James6 years ago in Criminal
Domestic Violence
****WARNING*** This story could be a trigger for anyone who has survived a violence The rain lashed at the windows, coming in waves. Isolated and alone she sat shivering in the cold. Another tear fell down her cheek pulling her knees tighter to her chest. She wanted nothing more than to curl up into such a tight ball that she would disappear, or at the very least, allow the thin, worn blanket to cover her entire person. She dare not move for fear the cement surrounding her would instantly give her frostbite. Perhaps her feet were already ice and instead just shatter upon touching something solid. Any icy inhalation forced another violent shudder down her body. More tears came with each breath of pain.
By Chiara Ann Vicary6 years ago in Criminal
The Daring Escape
Breaking news! The London Museum of Art has just been robbed late last night, and the robbers took three Picasso’s and five Van Gough's! The tv blared the next morning, waking the entirety of London. The city was in an uproar all except two very cunning and happy lovers as they lay in bed with smiles on their faces.
By Joseph K Manibusan Jr6 years ago in Criminal
The Dark Night Rider
It’s a quiet Sunday evening in Japan and a family are gathered around a table, singing “Happy Birthday” to their daughter. The cake in front of her is delicately layered with fudge and sat together in the very centre are two candles, a number “1” and “0”. On the edge there is a rich cream swirled all around, with fresh sliced strawberries sitting perfectly on top. Everyone is cheering except the only eldest son “Katsumi” who staggers upstairs, unimpressed by it all.
By The Soul Whisperer6 years ago in Criminal
Sheila
He was running the vacuum cleaner when the phone rang. A large grumpy looking man made his way across the derelict office. Endless piles of paper work lay on or below nearly every surface all but framing the room. A rug ran down the centre of it from door to window, and despite a few recent stains remained all but pristine. This had been thanks Sheila (well the clean parts anyway) the man's assistant; who he hadn't seen for at least a week.
By Brennan Johnston6 years ago in Criminal
I can see your memories (Chapter one)
Its Christmas 2013, I’m sitting in the back on my mother’s old oversized chair, watching everyone gather around the tree on the snow-covered morning. None have yet to notice me. Though, they never do. I watch diligently as I pass out gifts and they are opened one by one. A huge smile lights up my face as I watch my mother open the gift, I bought her. She has a small smirk on her lips, already having an idea of what was in the long slim box. What she did know was how I wrapped it, but for how often I visit this memory, you’d think she would know by now. If only they knew I was sitting right here, watching my favorite memory. I listen to my mother laugh as she opens the box and finds another wrapped package.
By Shelby Schwartz6 years ago in Criminal
The Plan is Revealed...
Jay comes through a week later. It’s seven days later than I wanted personally but unsurprisingly he’s a very hard man to pin point. I spend two days tailing him from a distance, watching his every move and noting any patterns in daily activities. For a wanted man, he’s incredibly blasé about being in the public eye. He looks no different to before it happened. Maybe he’s trying to get caught. Maybe the guilt is eating him alive and he wants to pay for his crimes. I snort at the thought. He has no conscience, there’s no way he’d feel guilty. It’s 5pm when I see him enter the block of flats. I get out of my car and wait on the sidewalk, pretending to use my phone. Fifteen minutes later, my opportunity arrives. As a woman leaves, I run up the path calling for her to hold the door. I smile and thank her as I duck into building. I take the stairs two at a time heading for the sixth floor. I could have taken the elevator but the adrenalin is surging through me. By the time I reach his door, I am buzzed for a fight. I take a deep breath, knock on his door and step out of the way of the peephole. I stand with my back against the wall and listen. He opens the door partially and peers out. Without a second thought, I spin around the doorframe and barge into the door with such force that it allows me access and as an added bonus, knocks him back causing him to stumble. I slam the door shut behind me and before he has time to regain his equilibrium, I grab the collar of his shirt and swing him against the wall. I pin his neck with my arm and interlock my legs with his so he can’t move. I push all my weight against him as he gasps in shock from my assault. He’s getting off lightly, the bastard.
By Zoe Winterbourne6 years ago in Criminal
The Final Goodbye
“You brought me all the way out here to kill me? For what; so that I could enjoy the sunset one last time?” The man holding the gun sighed. “You know, this would go by a lot quicker if you kept your damn mouth shut.” The man at gunpoint chuckled. “You know me, Harry – can’t resist the urge. Then again, if you really knew me, then you would agree to talk this out instead of holding me hostage.” The man named Harry didn’t respond, choosing instead to prod the person in front of him. “Start walking up the hill, Chris.” His voice was cold and detached, with no hint of empathy. Chris sighed, and started trudging up the hill, Harry in tow, his gun staying pointed at his back. He ventured another try at a conversation, hoping that there would be some semblance of recognition from the man behind him
By Arvind Pennathur6 years ago in Criminal
