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Envoy
A Short Story He waited in anticipation. He checked the time on his watch. It was nearing eight o' clock and getting late. This place was empty and abandoned, just the way he'd needed it to be. The idea of even fathoming such a task brought out nervous ticks: lighting and blowing cigarette smoke in the cool, night breeze, checking his cellular phone every ten minutes to see if his wife would message him concerning his whereabouts.
By Rob C. Johnson5 years ago in Criminal
The Locket
All they had to do was pay it down. All those trillions in government spending, all the other trillions in sovereign debt worldwide. All they had to do was honor those interest payments, and turn the debt into loans, and let their repayment reduce the debt. Quite soon, the loans would be in the trillions, with monthly repayment in the billions, washing the debt away like a snowbank under spring rains. But no, the fools defaulted, and nobody would buy their bonds. Cash wiped out, when everybody ran to the banks. Retirement accounts too, No Social Security, and everybody hit the stores… Picked clean.. Then they hijacked the trucks, and the cities starved. Cops took off their bluesuits, to blend in. Hijackers found out they could cause a traffic jam, locking thousands in their cars, just waiting for a lucrative visit from the pedestrian gangs. Resistance draws fire from all. Nobody moving. The gang took the keys from those in front, so all are stuck, staked out in the sun to be picked clean. I put the locket under my shirt, hide most of my goods under the seat, and wait. They get here shortly. Guy in a truck resists.. Dead now. There’s a dozen in view. AKs. ARs, some pistols. They come to me, talk through my open window. I hand over my wallet, few bucks gone. They throw it back. Gal up the line won’t roll down her window. They blow it, and her.. Pull her out. Kid starts screaming.. They just walk away, going through her purse, throw it down. Shots fired from further back. Organized resistance coming. The gang melts away into the surrounding neighborhoods, leaving all the folks to abandon their cars in an impromptu parking lot, or not. They have time. They be back. Plenty will still be there to pick over later.
By Phil W Gray5 years ago in Criminal
Meredith, Murderer
Meredith: The Mother of Murder ©2021 Karianne Gabaldon Disclaimer: this book entails murder and suicide. Please be aware of this before reading. Patients with mental illness or anybody else with a suicide relativity, please read the synopsis before reading the book.
By Karianne Gabaldon5 years ago in Criminal
Her Revenge
“One down, one to go.” she thought to herself. She looked around the room and, when she was convinced the room was “clean”, she left and never looked back. She walked six blocks before hailing a cab and sighed with relief as she arrived at her apartment building.
By Julie MacLean5 years ago in Criminal
The Heart of the Beach
“Oh, for the love of all that is holy!” Detective Amelia Mendez had about enough of the night shift. This was the tenth call tonight, and there is just no point in answering, many are anonymous tips leading nowhere, not that it would matter. The Long Beach Precinct does practically nothing to solve anything: homicides, domestic disputes, burglaries, parking tickets. And yet, the Powers that be still want Mendez to do her job, because it shows other counties that “we are not just lying down on the job” as the Captain states. Psshh. Detective Mendez ran her hands through her hair. The Captain has not done his job in three years. Not since Los Angeles fell into rubble. The riots were too much, climate change had taken a number on the big city, and most citizens had fled once water became scarce. After that, People flocked to other areas and states, searching for wherever the hell the “American Dream” went. It ain’t here, Mendez thought.
By Amanda Christine Torres5 years ago in Criminal
