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Pushed
The ground beneath my feet feels shaky, unstable, like I’m about to fall. No, collapse. Still, I’m floating. The air is thick with smoke. An unfamiliar man walks through the door.
By Sarah Roslonowski 5 years ago in Criminal
Facets
Part One - A common, small town, packed with bumbling commoners, some odd, others plain, was subject to an infamous period of deep unease. During this time a leaden strangeness weighed down the town, turning the residents untrusting and timid. Frightened became the default condition. Schools filled with gossip and juvenile naiveté about the topic; kids made up phrases like “the aqua-psycho” or “the river maniac”, and the adults kept those they knew not so well a lot further away; the town was, speaking in older terms, under a spell. Darkness wasn’t imminent, it was here.
By Oscar Richard5 years ago in Criminal
Table for Two
“She said she had to use the bathroom.” Rorie’s father said, plainly. He reached forward with two fingers and plucked the roll of mints from her hand.
By Kandice Moorman5 years ago in Criminal
"Maniac" gave me back the taste of life
Recently I turned 38. A week before the event, reflections steadily prevail. For a year you live calmly and enjoy life, and before the date X you begin to doubt: do you live, or so, do you smoke the sky?
By Sahina Bano5 years ago in Criminal
Crimals World
Mason was trying to get me out, But time was of the essence. I knew at any given moment the place about to explode. The gunfire from Smith's gun had sparked a fire and the gases in the room was about ignite the biggest bomb ever. While Smith and his crew were occupied, Mason took it upon himself to save us and get us out as quickly as he could.
By Sara Kline5 years ago in Criminal
The Black Notebook
Ara stepped out of her house just in time to see the city bus round the corner of her block. "Oh, Crap!" She said, gritting through her teeth.
By Melissa Bezborotko 5 years ago in Criminal
Grandfather Murder
It sits there in that house of horrors basking in the surreal calm. Its voice rings out alerting all of its dignified purpose, but what was its purpose now. It pondered on this realization, but cast it aside its purpose was unchanging despite being ignored. They lay before in stillness perhaps waiting for something that it could not comprehend, but in such an odd way they waited. It couldn't see them twitch in their sleep as he had seen a few times before when they took a nap on the sofa.
By Raven Diamond5 years ago in Criminal
Criminals world
We were stuck in a house not able to go anywhere, and no one to talk to cause they all looked alike. Our only hope was Sally had a great plan set up and ready to go. The big problem was the criminal minds were dealing with were mostly rogue cops or ex cops. That made this situation more deadly cause they would know most of our moves and plans and thats tough when your trying to rescue people who are cops that are hostages to the criminal masterminds behind the masks.
By Sara Kline5 years ago in Criminal
The Breaking Point
The handle was a golden rectangle in the center of a chocolate block of a door, which creaked open before I could even reach for it. A pale, wizened face beneath a swath of woolen white wisps and tucked into a strangling navy blue turtle-neck appeared from the gloom beyond. The denture-filled mouth cracked.
By Joseph Gibb5 years ago in Criminal
Lithium
When she moved next door, I could tell something was not right. There was a strong negative energy coming from her when she introduced herself, although she seemed pleasant enough. She was a single mom, but instantly it was apparent that her daughter was not her biggest fan - the tension was so thick I could feel it in my chest. My wife is a beautiful person, who assumes the best in everyone, and she felt I was being too judgemental about the neighbors without giving them a chance.
By John Hamende5 years ago in Criminal
Green on The Vine
Discovering that one of your most formative childhood memories was designed as a means to conceal murder is quite disconcerting. I blinked back tears as the crew cut the last of the dead tree and hauled the stump from the place where a 9 year old me, had planted it with my grandmother and her sister 30 years earlier.
By Angela5 years ago in Criminal
What Goes Around, Comes Around
‘You’re mine,’ he grated, tearing away at her clothes. ‘I own you!’ ‘Please… No,’ Debbie cried, but he rammed a hand over her mouth, slicing her lip open with a large silver ring with the moon's light glinting off it.
By Karen Eastland 5 years ago in Criminal