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Bathroom Buddies
Getting off the street was the most important thing to me. It didn't matter that the place was a dump, it was still better than living on the streets. It was advertised as a studio apartment. I wouldn't say it was much of a studio, more of a room with a hot plate and mini fridge and a shared bathroom. Most importantly they did not ask for references. My little home was located over a coin laundry. In the winter, I knew, the heat from the air vents would help keep me warm but, I also knew, those same vents were going to make the summers brutal. None of that mattered, it was mine and it was safer than any ally or dumpster I could find to sleep in. My job at the bakery didn’t give me enough money to pay my bills and furnish my room, which meant I needed to be creative on furnishing it. I struggled pulling a couple of palates from behind the laundry so that the old mattress that was left in the room would not have to lay on the floor. My night stands were from blue milk crates I carried home from behind the bakery. For the rest of the items I knew, I needed to be a little more creative. Waiting until way after the nearest thrifty store closed and everyone had left, I scavenged through the donations that were placed outside the store and had not been brought inside the building. I didn’t figure this was stealing because the store had not processed them yet, therefore they really hadn’t been given to them yet. Well, that is how I racialized it as not stealing. I only took what I truly needed, a couple of blankets, a dish, pan, silverware, a couple changes of clothes I would need for work and more importantly an alarm clock.
By Kathleen Kile5 years ago in Criminal
Unseen Protector
“I always felt inspired by the way her golden curls cascaded across her cheekbones and down to her chin. When I first laid eyes on her, I knew that she alone was the reason my heart beats. Samantha. My Samantha. Everything about her seemed magical and surreal. The way she laughed made me stop to catch my breath. Her smile lured me in and made time appear to slow to a crawl. Even the way her wrist flicked when she was telling a story was graceful and timeless. She was perfect, to me.
By Mickie Dennison5 years ago in Criminal
Santa Claus is Coming to Town
Santa Claus is Coming to Town By Jamey O’Donnell It was all over the news that night. There was an axe murderer loose on the streets of Chicago, dressed up as Santa Clause, walking into people’s homes while they sat down for Christmas Eve dinner, wielding an axe, and chopping people up before they knew what was happening to them.
By Jamey O'Donnell5 years ago in Criminal
