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The Briefcase- Meeting the Clover Gang
I heard what he said, but I was in such a deep shock that I couldn't respond. The man I opened the door to had dropped his sadistic smile in favor of a more flat look. He pressed the mussel of his pistol against my forehead slightly before speaking again.
The Caymanian Story TellerPublished 3 years ago in CriminalChangless
It was so similar to every other day. It was winter and the cold always took a toll on him. The trek was the same, as he cut thru the park in route to the bus and off to school. As he braced himself for the cold he also had to prepare himself for the inevitable encounter. His nemesis was Chris. The person that felt it his personal responsibility to torture and tease him ad nauseum, making his life a living hell. He had just recently found a way around the normal daily events. In just switching up his daily routine by thirty minutes, he had been able to avoid the wrath of his chastier. He had stumbled on this completely by accident. Just one day he had been awoke by the noise that normally fades into the background of his neighborhood. The yelling, the screaming, the cars playing music loud all of it that normally had no bearing on himself had woke up that morning. So he decided to start his day earlier and that thirty minutes had made all the difference in his world.
Marcus HawkinsPublished 3 years ago in CriminalLiberation From a Broken System
It’s been seven full moons since I’ve been released from the pen. Prior to my release, they told me I was the longest resident in the brick house but I am not sure if I believe it. You see, I was raised on the streets, in the back alleys of a concrete city. Life was easier when I was a young cub; people would take me in, let me sleep on their couch. But it never failed- either I messed up, got picked up by the po-po, or whoever took me in is getting pressured and I’d have to leave. Over staying your welcome isn’t polite, especially if it was pity that got you in the door…sometimes I ran away before it got to that point.
taylor jonesPublished 3 years ago in CriminalLittle Black Book
Little Black Book Chapter 1: Hannah opened her eyes as she felt a wave and of fear, she grown a custom to settle into the pit of her stomach. Every day upon awakening the chaos would return without fail. She knew she needed to go get as far away from here as possible but had no means necessary. Every fiber of her being was telling her to run anywhere to get away from this life she had thought she wanted.
Lisa BlakePublished 3 years ago in CriminalThe Last Job
I stop walking and look up. I’ve arrived at 17 Berkshire Lane. It looks like a very normal neighborhood. Huh. Most of these jobs are dives. They made sense. This place was too apple-pectin-perfect. But, not my job to judge. Just here to collect the debt. Ew, even the doorbell was chipper. I dunno maybe they’re serial killers. But a little girl answers the door.
Kara HarunPublished 3 years ago in Criminalthe island
Everything was dark. Not the type of dark when you wake up in the middle of the night and your light is off, more like the dark aura when you’re crying on your bed with your face pressed into your knees and your arms wrapped tightly around your legs. The little black book was controlling people’s lives. It started out normal, you know, the whole ‘you must not kill people’ and ‘you must not hurt another’ just your average laws, then they started getting a little weird, ‘you must not walk on the streets for more that 10 minuets between 11pm and 5am’ and ‘you must not date someone if you’re under 13’ until eventually a new rule was added ‘members of the LGBTQ+ community MUST either attend therapy and get better with 6 months or serve prison time’ this rule shook EVERYONE! And that’s where our story begins.
Not an Island
Kevin meandered through the hospital corridors. An observer would have taken in his aimless shuffling walk, the wandering, darting gaze, and the restless hands and surmised that he was someone who wasn't sure if he was in the right place. This conjecture would be accurate. Kevin's shift had ended twenty-minutes ago, but the hospital was in chaos due to an unexplained and unforeseen rush in the emergency room and Kevin felt guilty just leaving the mess to everyone else. Kevin had already been reprimanded for working unapproved overtime on several occasions, and, as a result, was hesitant to get involved in the mayhem.
Ben LouwersePublished 3 years ago in CriminalMoscow Mule
"Aleksi Aristov, DOB 31.01.2000, weight 178lbs, blonde hair, blue eyes 6ft 3, non-smoker, no previous medical conditions, no relatives in the country, no children, no spouse, no other dependants." It felt like my obituary was being read out as I lay on the table semi-conscious.
Shazreh ChasePublished 3 years ago in CriminalSomeone Like Philipa Burns
It's always the same in suburbia- day in and day out. Life here is monotonous, but I'm one of the lucky ones. I still have a chance to get out of here, to do something with my life. But, to do something with your life, to do anything really you need one thing, money, and lots of it. People are always talking about how money doesn't buy you happiness. And yes, in many cases it doesn't, but it sure does help. That's why I do it, babysit I mean. I'm only seventeen and I babysit for four families on my street and make nearly double the money of all my friends flipping burgers. It's a good gig, decent pay and the kids are bearable.
Stephanie BennettPublished 3 years ago in CriminalThe Sound Grass Makes
On the afternoon of our disappearance, me and Frankie were running our ‘Eat the Rich’ hustle at a country club in Beverly Hills.
Daniel HalemPublished 3 years ago in CriminalOne Last Rock Before Sunset
It is golden hour, that magical time before sunset when the world is bathed in a fierce gold light. Hazel Wright rocks on her porch. She's 87, arthritic and constantly in pain. Her back is curved like a question mark. She watches the green-backed hummingbirds zip around the feeder she made from a soy sauce bottle and a strip of copper wire.
SG BuckleyPublished 3 years ago in CriminalThe Black Book
The Black Book One last look he thought, the gargantuan pile of concrete which has been crushing the life out of him for 20 years. How weird it is to continuously return to a place that slowly drip feeds you the idea of what life should be.
Mason KannemeyerPublished 3 years ago in Criminal