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Miles Away
“Get dressed, get armed, we’re leaving.” The man with the heavy Londoner accent said as he barged into the quaint little flat, his light brown eyes focusing on everything in the room like a microscope gazing at a specimen.
M Kier MurdockPublished 7 years ago in CriminalThe Escape
I awoke to the sound of shouting voices and whistling trains. “Get her!” an unidentified voice yelled. I scrambled to my feet and started running towards the exit.
Nightshade LGBTPublished 7 years ago in CriminalBad 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.
Paul ZhengPublished 7 years ago in CriminalA 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.
Daniel ByronPublished 7 years ago in CriminalA Stalker's Tale
As I stand here in this dirty room with a gun in my right hand and the man I killed laying on the ground with blood all over him and some of his dirty blood on me, I think back to what I just did, what I have done and what I have become. To be very honest, in my eyes this man deserved to die. He’s a dirty thief, a low life, a mere salesman, who does he think he is with his charming way of talking. He is lower than me. I am better than him in every way. I guess you could say I have a god complex. It’s one of the many things I talk to my psychiatrist about. Oh is she going to be mad when she finds out her predictions were right. She knew all along I was a danger to her and that I might kill someday (not the psychiatrist) but little did she know I would kill for her. Who, you might ask is this woman I might kill for is… not my psychiatrist… the woman I love.
Solving My Own Murder
I was pushed. That's all I remember. But my autopsy shows I was shot in the head. Why can't I remember being shot? Why do I only remember being pushed? I woke up in panic, scared and annoyed. It's like my day is repeating itself.
Taiesha SmithPublished 7 years ago in CriminalSunday 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.
Lauren WhitneyPublished 7 years ago in CriminalBlack Widow, Part Two
Jack and I were on our regular patrol when dispatch came over the cb. "Jack, Murphy, come in..." "We're here. What's the news Darcy?"
Holly ReinhardtPublished 7 years ago in CriminalA Death in the Cold
A sharp wind battered her barren face, her hair whipping into a golden torrent behind her. Her icy blue eyes reflected the snowy hills before her. She trudged steadily up the wooded path, her gray cloak held tightly around her by her gloved hands. The cold air made red her cheeks and dry her lips; she continued on. Her black boots, although tied tightly and insulated quite well, had taken on water over the course of her journey and her once-dry wool socks, now saturated with water, left her toes begging for warmth. She pressed on.
Daniel ByronPublished 7 years ago in CriminalBlack Widow
It was a rainy August night when I got the call. It was my partner Jack. "We got another one." Another one, I thought, we just got back home from a 16 hour shift.
Holly ReinhardtPublished 7 years ago in CriminalGreen Eyes
What would you do if you were in the wrong place at the wrong time? Green Eyes Walking on the scorching hot sand beneath my feet on a beautiful sunlit day, the atmosphere couldn't be better. My older brother and his wife walking down the beach on a mission to find ice cream and refreshments. Aunt Sarah sunbathing, although revealing a little too much. Her 2 kids: Lauren and Aaron, playing with their dog, down near the rock pools. And then me.
Chloe RobertsonPublished 7 years ago in CriminalCastles
Prologue The September air is brisk as it hits midnight in my small town of Coeur d’Alene, Idaho. I look out the window at the full moon wishing I was there. Maybe I’d be happier there than here. I look over to my empty bed. It's covered with a duffle bag and a diaper bag. I finally decide to finish packing my things.
Celine UrbinPublished 7 years ago in Criminal