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Night Out
Cowboy boots and sweat covered the dance floor as the old-time jukebox played the same old songs it always did on Friday nights. The bar was filled with hopeless romantics waiting to buy pretty girls a drink. Most unlucky bachelors thought that night was no different than any other night until she walked in. Her long, blonde hair swung between her shoulder blades as she brushed through the crowd. She parted the room like the Red Sea. When she reached the bar, a gentleman hopped out of his seat so she had a place to sit. The man on the next stool looked into her dark brown eyes and nearly melted when she greeted his with a smile. The half-drunken father of two finally mustered up the words he had planned since she entered the room.
By Jake Washburn8 years ago in Criminal
It's Just Business
The sour taste of liquor burnt the back of his esophagus as he lounged back, his eyes closed. It was peaceful and quiet, life was going well for him. Business was traveling smoothly, his boss promoted him to second in command, what more could you wish for than the life of the rich. However, the question he contemplated on often was whether he’d truly live a pleasurable and fulfilling life, one left without wanting.
By Kaelah Williams8 years ago in Criminal
Broken: The Secrets That Kill (Part 1)
I lay awake at night. Thinking, always thinking. I messed up bad, but I'm not sure if it is worse for me or them. It could be both, but it's eating me up inside. It consumes me day and night. I can't concentrate on anything but that stupid stupid mistake I made. I wanted things to get better for everyone. I wanted to protect them and myself—myself more. Hell, they weren't going through it I was. I just knew it would be only a matter of time before it started to be them, too. It's been two weeks, and so far no one has found him dead... or alive, which is what everyone's hoping. Except me. I know the truth. I hope he stays where he is forever and rots. He deserves it. Shit, so do I. It's all his fault. He never should have come into my room...
By Brittney Washington8 years ago in Criminal
Bad Feeling
It was casual day, a sunny Wednesday. I was just sitting in a restaurant eating my food. Now let’s go back a little earlier and let me tell you about a weird thing I had. I woke up this morning feeling tired as usual. As I was getting ready, I felt like something bad was gonna happen today. After trying to shake that feeling off, I walked outside and made my way to the bus stop. Along the ride, I saw a restaurant and decided that I will visit it after school.
By Paul Zheng8 years ago in Criminal
A Death in the Cold, Part Two
The road to Geneva was a day's journey by horse and Evony was not quite ready for such an endeavor. Her legs still ached from the bounty killing of Monsieur Boutin, and with 100 Francs in her purse she could easily afford a bed for the night and possibly even a decent, warm meal.
By Daniel Byron8 years ago in Criminal
Sunday Night
It's late on a Sunday. Her blood flows from her dying body on to the kitchen floor like water from a faucet. He stands there frozen, unsure of what to do as his little sister bleeds from the knife wound in her chest. The knife falls as if in slow motion from his hands to the floor, creating a loud thud as it makes contact with the ground between his shaking legs and her limp arm.
By Lauren Whitney8 years ago in Criminal
