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The Stranger Next Door (Pt. 1)
When we first viewed the house we now live in, next door was in such a state we assumed it was derelict. There were boards at the windows, you couldn't see the front door for overgrowth, and the local people had decided to use the front garden as a flytipping point.
By Sophia Merici8 years ago in Criminal
My Brother, The Psycho
Part One: The Cat When we were younger, my brother killed a cat. Well, he technically stoned it to death. When we look back on the memory, we laugh. But when I contemplate on the event alone, I don’t laugh because honestly, it’s pretty weird. We lived in a building complex where there were many stray cats. School was canceled that day due to a snow storm from the night before so that obliviously meant our entire day was going to be spent outside. My mother told me to watch my brother while we played outside which was stupid because I was only two years older than him and I clearly didn’t supervise him well enough. I asked her who would watch me while I played and she said, “You don’t need anyone to watch you,” and she shut the door. At first, nothing psychotic happened, just two siblings rolling in the snow, throwing snow balls and making snow angels. Typical childhood memories were being made and all seemed well. It was one of those moments where you wished it would last forever. As I laid on the ground, I dreamt about flying with the snowflakes. It was just a perfect day. Then I heard the first cry.
By Ediye Redzepi8 years ago in Criminal
Control
The only sound that could be heard was the never ending chirping of crickets, the rustling of the too tall grass as it moved with the wind, and the whisper of the running water. The air was heavy with humidity and the night sky seemed higher without the pollution of the neighborhood lights. If Bryce Massett held his breath and kept still, he could swear he didn’t exist; there was nothing but the wind, Willow Creek, and the wildlife that always seemed to find him no matter how invisible he was.
By Damien Hoffman8 years ago in Criminal
Blood on the Road
I've been running with the headlights off for the last half mile but as I approach the bottom of the last hill I kill the engine and let the old Charger's momentum carry carry me up to the top. I step out of the vehicle and then hop on to the roof. My dad would have cringed to see my heavy boots on the roof of his car, but then he would not have thought so highly of the bullet holes she had gathered over the years either.
By Trace Morales8 years ago in Criminal
Puzzled Mysteries Part 4
Chapter 7 The next morning, I got woken up by Jinx and Chasity jumping on my bed. Jinx is a one-year-old chocolate lab and Chasity is about two years old and she is an American Staffershire Hound. They are both about one hundred pounds in weight, such big dogs, and both are very strong and very loyal.
By Mathew Kentner8 years ago in Criminal
Ungrateful
Louisiana, 1928, living in the Bible belt, a time when it was still unacceptable for negroes and white folks to jump the broom. My fiancé and I did not care, we were madly in love. To get away from the filthy glares and words of hatred we lived far away in the country on an estate that long ago belonged to his grandfather. My husband's name is Michael Richard Goldcrest. He is stunningly handsome with beautiful auburn hair and sparkling green blue eyes. Michael has a very straight nose that distinguishes him, and he stands six foot one. His thick eyebrows and five o’clock shadow that makes him appear very enigmatic. Michael is a very charitable man and loves everyone. I believe Michael has such an open heart because of the circumstances surrounding his childhood. His mother died during childbirth and his father left soon after, leaving Michael to never know him. Left in the care of his grandfather, Michael became the admirable man he is today.
By Alona Monét8 years ago in Criminal
