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Dead End
Saturday morning, at the scene of the cri death The TV is showing static, as if it had been left on a late-night channel and nobody turned it off. That is, in fact, exactly what happened. The light was left on, and a takeaway box has been left on the table.
L.C. SchäferPublished 4 months ago in CriminalBullet Holes and Babushka Dolls
Jade's fingers drummed impatiently on the ornate, walnut, table's polished surface. "It is the third, Wednesday of the month, isn't it?" she murmured... With an affirmative nod to herself, she frowned and resumed peering through the restaurant's darkened, bay window. This was totally out of character for her typically, punctual friend, Katrina.
Angie the Archivist 📚🪶Published 4 months ago in CriminalVishal the Detective
Detective Vishal, renowned for his sharp intellect and unwavering commitment to justice, found himself entangled in a web of crime and corruption when he was assigned the case of Wilson's mysterious demise. Wilson, a prominent philanthropist known for his advocacy against corruption, was found dead under perplexing circumstances, sending shockwaves through the city.
Mustafa AliPublished 4 months ago in CriminalMission: Belgium, 1816 - France, 1843
Belgium, 1816, late November... Shadows crept across the floor of the small nursery. "I feel like there is a lot of questionable morality here. I mean, sure, they did a horrible thing as an adult, but right now they're just a kid."
Natasja RosePublished 4 months ago in Criminal- Top Story - January 2024
Page Thirty-Seven
Page Thirty-Seven I approached the building slower than usual, concentrating on the echo of my shoes. Footsteps bouncing off the walls, then getting sucked into the alley like a baby finishing off its first bottle of the day. Looking up at the door, I felt a familiar tightness; a brief but serious consideration of what I’d do if I wet myself.
Noel T. CumberlandPublished 4 months ago in Criminal Welcome to Clockburn
As far as we knew, Clockburn was the only place on Earth where time still moved, thanks to the Fates. Those three women kept the cosmic gears turning, and together, their influence kept everything moving within the city’s borders.
Bradley RamseyPublished 4 months ago in CriminalNo Medal For Siri
Reminding himself he needs to quit smoking, Detective Jordan Cartright snuffs his cigarette out against the faded brick wall of a nearby abandoned building, then carefully trudges across the garbage-strewn vacant lot.
Michael JeffersonPublished 4 months ago in Criminal- Runner-Up in the Whodunit Challenge
Almost On
"So, you'll help me, Mr. Reach," she asked. It was one of those questions where they're not really asking. "That depends, Mrs," I leave the end open for her to finally give me a name.
Adam DiehlPublished 4 months ago in Criminal Murder On The Next Street
It was a dark cold snowy night, when all of a sudden Trina heard what she thought was a scream coming from somewhere out in the still, silent wintery night. She got out of her bed, grabbed her robe, and made her way to the window to peer out into the darkness. All she could see was the snow covered ground lit up by the street lights, casting shadows from the trees on the ground. Trina shrugged it off, thinking maybe she had imagined it, and went back to her bed, picked up her book, and continued reading.
Kay MellingerPublished 4 months ago in CriminalRemember
Walking through London City was something I did every single day. I worked and lived there. I have done this for 15 years. I was a shop manager; a clothing shop. I got to the top through hard work, blood, sweat and a few tears too.
Gabbie SpeirsPublished 4 months ago in CriminalThe city of desire has no brain
At a famous barbecue club, we didn't eat much, but we drank a lot. My eyes red as I counted the empty bottles in front of me. She finally drank too much, in the side hey hey silly, tie hair rope do not know when also fell off.
The Theft of the Golden Kiss
Under what should be a dark blanket of night, the skies popped with hues of reds, yellows, oranges, blues, greens, and whites. Car alarms rang out in residential neighborhoods. Somewhere, something horrible was happening, but nobody could intervene. The New Year's celebration was at a fever pitch, and nearly everybody from the city was downtown.
Jason Ray MortonPublished 4 months ago in Criminal