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White Rose
The bus I was riding in ran over a pothole. I was lifted off my seat and the fear I’d been feeling since I left my apartment intensified. My breathing came in shallow, choking gasps as I clutched my backpack close to my chest. I shoved my face into the comforting fabric as my heart beat erratically. The steady pressure of it came across as a powerful rushing sound in my ears. Every nerve ending seemed to tingle with fear. Every tremble in my gut was magnified and seemed like a devilish entity was sliding its hand into my skin to grip my insides and squeeze them mercilessly.
By Rustin Petrae6 years ago in Criminal
Mafia Madness
Sounds of birds chirping, leaves rustling in the wind and distant water rushing surrounded Tyler as he walked his daily route to his favorite place: The bridge. He always went there with his dad when he was a kid, he found it peaceful and calming there. The smell of fresh, crisp air and the color green enclosed him happily inside the earthy woodland. As Tyler got closer to the bridge, down below another story was playing out: Josh and his men were making a deal with another gang.
By Alex Bornert6 years ago in Criminal
Don't Mess With Lady C's
Revenge doesn’t always work in the best interest of those involved. In fact, it seldom does. And then you always have the risk of it all unraveling in your sticky fingers. Fingerprints, DNA, screening devices, technology all have a role to help or hinder. Then, just when you think you have it all figured out, something unexpected comes into play.
By Lisa Tomey6 years ago in Criminal
The Camera Fades in
A mysterious anomaly steps out of the woods, near an empty road. It is a shadow stepping out of the dark, walking south. It’s a demon, covered in leather, faded denim, dirty boots, long tangled hair, slim with a long pale face and a stern chin. It becomes clear, it is a man, he approaches closer. He is clean shaven and covered in blood, a knife dangled on his belt in its sheath.
By Charles Wood6 years ago in Criminal
Death in the Afternoon
It was a beautiful sunny day with clouds large and looming covering the sun with enough illumination to light the earth below. The sky was blue as the pacific ocean and the clouds as light as snow. It was January so the weather was cool enough to wear a nice knitted sweater and not even sweat, so it was one of those days, the days where you open the front door and there are dozens of kids outside riding bikes, playing tag, hide and go seek, even the parents were outside sitting on porches and talking, no one was stuck on the couch glued to the television drinking beer or wine and what ever you think depressed people do in their homes.
By Charles Wood6 years ago in Criminal
