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Silas
The sky was inky red; like the smooth blade of a dagger had cut its belly open, the blood cascading down. The stiff peaks of mountains towered up to greet the sky, framed with an orange glow of the setting sun. Even from this distance, the dappled rays of remaining daylight could be seen filtering through the trees that adorned the mountainside.
Amber HobsonPublished 3 years ago in CriminalEvil in the Glades
She opened her eyes slowly, painfully, it was murky and dark still. The dank mud was still warm, the smell permeated everything, movement caught her good eye, the other one was caked with dried mud and had not opened much. Exhaustion had not left her yet, she saw the creature’s outline, he was huge, and she was unable to move at all. The breathing was a rumble and the slow snort meant he smelled her, an easy meal. Sherry never in her life imagined hers would end in the jaws of a monster alligator, she wished now she hadn’t even come around. A tear rolled down her cheek and mingled with the mud, the rumble from the gator was louder, Sherry felt the ground shake, saw the palmetto frond move and a broad snout appeared. Rough and ugly and filled with prehistoric looking teeth, she shuddered as the huge jaws opened slightly.
Parker
I’ve known Parker since he was five. His family moved into the neighborhood, house number nineteen on the corner, my favorite number. We became close over the years, living life next to each other. Growing up with someone can be bittersweet. I used to know everything that was going on in his life. The two of us talked on every day, we were best friends. I always found joy empathetically through our relationship. If Parker was happy, I was happy.
Nina SivaslianPublished 3 years ago in CriminalThe Gilded Edge
Another bump along the rutted street sent Sana’s body flying into the air. She winced as she landed--hard--on her right shoulder. The dingy white delivery van had been whizzing through Brooklyn at breakneck speed for some time. Both her wrists and ankles were raw, swollen, and bloody, but she, once again, struggled against the rope binding her. Her initial feelings of fright and confusion had subsided. Now, she was just determined to free herself.
Doretha A. DawkinsPublished 3 years ago in CriminalThe Newborn
“She’s got your dimples.” “You think?” Marjory traced the tip of her pinky along the corner of her infant daughter’s lips, the mouth opening, searching. Milky breath. She slipped her finger in. A greedy suckle.
C.A. WittmanPublished 3 years ago in CriminalInnerwhelmed
Vernon Peele’s dress shirt smelled like a clogged shower drain. The clip on his ID badge stabbed Gabi’s shoulder as he drew her close, his mouth forming private words she couldn’t comprehend and didn’t want to. When she released herself from the squeeze, he thanked her, told her he’d needed that, reminded her for the umpteenth time about his supposedly unique and urgent need.
Gina YatesPublished 3 years ago in CriminalThe Book of Revelation
I carry around many secrets, and since you’re here, I guess I might as well tell you a few of them. That’s the funny thing about me.
Tiara MenjivarPublished 3 years ago in CriminalIs That Boustrophedon?
Her son’s tumor is at a point where surgery is necessitated to save his life. She has spent the night by his bedside, only retreating for water and prayers. She falls asleep for 2 hours, then awakens with a start. In the dream she has seen a little black book. The book has a mystical aura around it as if it is the answer to her prayers.
Storming The Castle
My partner Chris and I stood at the edge of the moonlight, looking out at Osaka Castle from the dense bamboo brush. Once a former tourist trap, the reconstructed fortress was recently bought by one Takeda Hideyoshi, some eccentric tech mogul who thought it would be neat to live in a landmark. The would-be shogun lusted after Japanese history—apparently, he had halls upon halls filled to the brim with armor pieces, paintings, perhaps even a sacred treasure. Necklaces are nifty, but Chris and I had our eyes set on something with a little more kick—the weapons.
Grayson BakerPublished 3 years ago in CriminalThe Penitent Man
1 The land was dry and flat with nothing but red dirt for miles round. It was that hard pan desert dirt that bakes into a sort of crust and then cracks into perfectly symmetrical patterns like shingles. The sand, carried on the unpleasantly hot wind, piled up in drifts and found its way into everything, into his teeth which were gritty and tobacco stained, into his clothing dark with sweat, even into his water skin which was now half empty.
Jacob ElliotPublished 3 years ago in CriminalSign in Ink or Blood
911: 9-1-1 what is your emergency? Caller: Someone…shit…someone’s breaking in. 911: Someone’s breaking into your house?
Nathan Leon RodriguezPublished 3 years ago in CriminalFOR ALL HUMANITY
Raindrops spattered against the yellow caution tape surrounding the Hayward residence, on Barberry Road, near Stone Mountain, Georgia. The front porch light shined but felt dim compared to the motorized spotlights brought in to illuminate the dark wet property. Crime scene technicians worked like ants, chaotically photographing, dusting, and labeling anything that seemed unusual. They were dressed in all black, unified by navy windbreakers with SID detailed on the back. The Security and Investigations Division was an elite FBI task force responsible for investigating unusual cases. They had clearance at the highest level and already secured jurisdiction over the scene from the local municipality by the time Olivia Cox arrived.