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Fate of Reality
Chen Song woke up to the sound of a deafening gunshot. After springing out of bed, he sprawled to the closet to grab his revolver. As Chen Song made his way down his four-story villa, flashes of his daughter raced through his mind. Memories of her childhood and the danger she might be in filled Chen Song with rage and anger.
By Toorjo Mishra8 years ago in Criminal
Lay's Office
Lay shifted, yawning behind the back of his hand before pushing to stand. When he opened the door to his office and peered into the mostly empty chairs of the waiting room, he was fractionally more awake. As it was late in the afternoon, there were only four people left for him to see and one had not arrived yet. No worries as it was not their time yet.
By William Hillson8 years ago in Criminal
Life Is Not What It Seems
Friday morning, in the suburbs of York, the sun was gloriously shining as we adequately filled the car with suitcases and other various items. “I love you. It’ll be fine once we’ve got away,” Jackson, my fiancé, says to me aspirated. I shrug and lean into him as he wraps his arms around me and kisses my forehead. “I love you too.”
By Rhiannon Hammett8 years ago in Criminal
Interrogation
Darkness, and the smell of damp cement. Of all the five senses he could use to describe this room, those were his favorite. He chuckled to himself, he found the situation almost drolling. The lights flash on and nearly blinded him, he hears the soft hum of the fluorescent bulbs and heavy footsteps.
By Ethan Greenberg8 years ago in Criminal
I Followed Him Home
I continued following him. Nothing out of the ordinary happened for around 15 minutes when he turned off into a thin path. My eyes began looking around at the path I had just started walking on, it was the first time I had been in that part of town; which wasn’t that weird as I only ever went to the town to go to school which was a 4 minute walk from the station. My gaze gravitated downwards. I looked at the broken path I was walking on. I noticed the pavement was littered with cracks and fractures which looked like wounds and scars of the earth. As soon I noticed these, I began attempting to avoid all of them. I hummed the tune of the common childhood poem, “step on a crack, you break your mothers back, step on a line you break your mother’s spine." I hopped and jumped over the lines engraved in payment, occasionally tripping over and stepping on a crack where I’d pretend I didn’t. That quickly became boring and I began walking normally again. It took around 30 seconds for my legs to regain rhythm and walk normally. It was then after my legs had regained their function, I looked at the sky. Due to it being October, the sun was nearly set. I used to devote October photographing the falling sun in all its hues. I swore I’d never see enough sunsets then. Turns out I had seen so many crimson skies under multi-colored leaves that I didn’t even stop to look. My brief gaze at the sky before my eyes began looking forwards once again made me feel sad, but not too sad because wasn’t that how the world worked? Beautiful things become ordinary—everything slowly becomes boring. Something that I noticed that didn’t go away though was sometimes the rising sun scared me. It was another irrational fear I had. I thought the sun was so big, and yet when it rose it didn’t make a sound—not even a whisper. It was nice how it lit up the entire world but it was scary that there was absolutely nothing I or anyone could do to stop it. It confused me why more people weren’t scared of the sun, when you think about it it was truly terrifying. If the sun ever decided to go away, so would the world.
By Reid8 years ago in Criminal
Shots Fired
Being an infamous, yet anonymous, sniper for the many gangs that riddled her city’s and the few surrounding cities’ streets was not the ideal job. She had to keep herself anonymous in order to hold normal relationships, or in case she ever decided to build a family. Amelia was good at what she did, though. She was never one to go home empty handed. She was practically a hired assassin after all. Gangs would hire her in order to take out people that stood in her way. She’d never pick a gang to fight for in the several gang wars that took place throughout the streets. She would never be able to get back out of that, no matter how good she was at running. Which is what got her here.
By Cheyenne Seyferth8 years ago in Criminal
London—1890
London—1890 Lydia Michaels was a petite girl with long flowing locks of dark brown hair and bright blue eyes. She lived with her father and her three brothers in a mansion in the middle of London. Since her father, Daniel Michaels was working for the Queen, her and her family had money. She wore tight corsets and stunning dresses every day of her life.
By Julia Barker8 years ago in Criminal
I Love and Hate You Part Two
Chapter 1 Monti drove up to the door of the restaurant, all the lights where off but I could see someone inside. "Stay here," I said to him as I opened the door. I silently opened the front door and moved in. I was at the kitchen when I heard talking.
By D'Naja Lynch8 years ago in Criminal
Blood Princess
The pitch black sky turned the whole Kingdom dim and shadowy, the mass numbered stars doing nothing to illuminate the darkness. Flowers sleep in the dark as the galloping of a dark horse treading encoded through the place I call home. The men guarding me carried swords and shields of steel and iron.
By Madison Riffle8 years ago in Criminal
I Love and Hate You
HANNAH'S POV "I need to leave, get out and away!" I screamed in my head as my father kicked me again. I tried to get up but every time I tried he would kick me down again. He pulled out a knife and ran its cold blade along my arm until it was just above my elbow. I could feel the tip digging into my skin, I screamed out in pain as he dug in and dragged it up my arm until it met my shoulder.
By D'Naja Lynch8 years ago in Criminal
In the Arms of the Bigger Spider
Part 1: "Confrontation Before Departure" here. He had a sip from his coffee and set his eyes wondering around the office room, examining the paraphernalia. A white board was filled with marker lines jotted across from picture to picture, making a detailed map of a crime scene. A cupboard with one of its doors ajar revealed piles of paper entirely occupying the interior. The study desk across him, was a scattered mess of papers, pens and other stationary. The only item that sparked his interest was a revolver packaged neatly beside a stack of files. The label on it had sketchy handwriting that made no sense to him.
By Sam Wijesinghe8 years ago in Criminal
First to Bite the Bullet
I hate arranged marriages. Just the idea sickened me. As a teen, all I wanted was to marry for love, have a beautiful husband most girls would love to be with. I would’ve never expected to see myself sitting in a chair in the house of a who didn’t want to look at his horrid face, as his raspy voice called to me. I felt irritation starting to bottle inside me but I swallowed my anger, sitting back and looked up to see my "hubby," Fredrick Patterson. His face was smeared with an ugly grin, his teeth coloured from his over consumption of tea. His eyes bulged out of his skull as if they were to fall out. He looked impatient, like usual.
By Kaelah Williams8 years ago in Criminal