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Terror on the Midway
Terror on the Midway By Jamey O’Donnell There wasn’t much to do in the lower desert, especially in the summer, where the temperature routinely reached 120 and above, but boys always found a way to pass the time of day, whether it be swimming to beat the heat, hunting for chuckwalla lizards to burn with magnifying glasses, or to have BB gun fights in the surrounding date palm orchards after they had completed their morning paper routes delivering the Riverside Press-Enterprise.
By Jamey O'Donnell5 years ago in Criminal
Red and Green
A green light always meant go. Green seems to symbolize growth and wealth. Red means stop and blood and anger so why is it that when I said no he saw it as me waving a green flag saying go. I SAID NO! My eyes were a beacon of red, not a yellowish maybe go slowly and definitely not a green light so why did he continue. I don’t...I just don’t understand... I said no. He was the one who didn’t listen. Don’t you get a ticket when you drive past a red light?
By Michelle LJ5 years ago in Criminal
The Lord of Sudmoor Hall
I stood at the window and looked out at what had lately been my father’s estate. The sprawling park, the stables, the manicured gardens, the ponds and fountains—they were all mine now, though nothing was official. Not yet. But it was mine all the same, the estate, the house, the investments—everything that came with Sudmoor Hall. My brothers didn’t know it yet. But I did. It was destined to pass to me, as the eldest son. Flushed with contentment at the thought, I ran my eyes over this one small corner of the Earth that belonged to me and me alone. The trees were dead and spindly with the winter (an especially cold one), and all the ponds and fountains were frozen. One of those ponds in particular, guarded by a great, barren elm tree, demanded my constant attention. I just stood at the window… staring at that pond, while the others talked behind me.
By Michael Vito Tosto5 years ago in Criminal
The Corpse Under the Pear Tree
December 4, 1951 France- The car pulled up alongside a field flanking a long stretch of road. The usually green expanse of crops was now dusted with a thin layer of snow. Detective Lebeau peered out the windshield at the small conglomerate of figures crowded around the base of an old, wizened pear tree. He pulled his collar up over his ears and stepped out into the cold morning air.
By Robin Laurinec5 years ago in Criminal
The Bull of New York
It was a starry night in New York City and Janice Dunken was waiting on the subway for a train to take her home. After a long day in the office, the idea of going home to a nice warm bed and burying herself underneath the covers was a dream that could not come soon enough.
By Vonnie Posnakidis5 years ago in Criminal
There Will Be Porcelain
"Like a bull in a china shop!" I overhear the conversation of two passing strangers. I wonder if this had ever actually happened. Had a bull ever been in a china shop? Who let it in? In what time and place were there shops dedicated to just china, and in which of these situations were there also so many bulls wandering around that they were ending up in people's shops?
By J.T. Kelleher5 years ago in Criminal
The Trial of Kendra Adams
Chapter One “Who’s that?” A beautiful woman with cafe au lait skin walked in the room. She set her briefcase down and began talking to Giordan. I studied her closely. Her long hair was in a sleek ponytail and she wore a black and beige dress that frilled in the middle and accentuated her coke bottle figure. She had big brown eyes that were supported with thick false lashes. Her lips were very full and were lined with brown liner and coated with clear gloss. I recognized that technique because My sister had shown me years ago.
By Josaline Radley5 years ago in Criminal
The Pear Tree
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Jenny Saxton stared blankly out the window towards the lonely pear tree sitting at the far corner of the back yard. It was a gloomy day as usual, the rain would set in soon and she was alone and sad. She was always sad in this place, she hated it here with every fiber of her being and longed for home.
By Wayne Coolidge5 years ago in Criminal
