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Little Black Book
Little black book, Little black book, You’re as precious as diamonds are to a crook. Little black book, Little black book,
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Last night I was kidnapped. All things considered it was a pretty polite kidnapping. I was headed home from work, wasn’t paying attention to where I was walking, and bumped into a woman in a Burberry trench coat going the other way. I apologized profusely but was caught off guard as I looked at her face. The woman’s complexion was the soft white of buffed marble. She had eggplant colored hair and the brightest green eyes I’d ever seen. In fact I was so mesmerized by them that I didn’t notice the needle in her hand until it was too late.
Amy M MertzPublished 3 years ago in CriminalThe Gunfight
September 24, 1878, Deadwood, Dakota Territory. Notorious gunslinger James ‘The Butcher’ Jackson, so named since he once worked in a slaughterhouse back in Chicago, rode into town. It was late in the afternoon and James had just completed a long day of riding and was looking for the nearest saloon to wet his whistle. James was the leader of a group of outlaws known as the Butcher’s Brigade. There were usually five others in his brigade, but today, James rode alone as the rest of his gang were going to catch up with him tomorrow, in Deadwood.
Roy TsukishimaPublished 3 years ago in Criminal411 Sandpiper Lane
July 6, 2021 Clayton, Mississippi “Well now ain’t you a sight for sore eyes.” Peach sidled over to a booth occupied by a well-dressed man, flashing her chipped-tooth grin. “What can I do you for today?”
Karen Philippin KilpatrickPublished 3 years ago in CriminalGood Deeds
On a bright morning in May 1948, Clyde Hawkins walked out of the Indiana State Penitentiary a free man. “Never again,” he said to himself as he glanced over his shoulder at the brick behemoth. Behind him was a twisted maze of concrete and steel, of chains and barbed wire. What lay before him was a world of endless possibilities.
Buck A. TurnerPublished 3 years ago in CriminalTueuse
Eloise took a moment to reapply her red lip before stepping over the body. “What a terrible shame” she muttered, shaking her head, getting one last look at her lover. He had a handsome face, she thought. A strong jaw line, high cheek bones, eyes to die for. She’d always been mesmerized by green eyes. She crouched down to get a better look at them. They had once looked at her adoringly, full of love and the promise of a future. She stood up and looked away, immediately regretting her decision. It was chilling, looking into the eyes of a corpse. She felt uneasy, as though somehow he could still see her. She pictured a police officer calling their colleagues over, “I know who did it, look here, you can see it in his eyes.” She scoffed at herself. She was being ridiculous.
The Lakeside Hotel
The Lakeside Hotel had been there as long as Michelle could remember. Her family had driven past it on the way to her grandparents house for Sunday dinners since she was a baby, and it had always stood out to her as a bit of a puzzle. The hotel seemed like nothing more than a bland, grey office building, mismatched with the most charming retro marquee sign at the entrance. The neon had long since gone dark, giving the impression that the hotel was abandoned, and yet there were always cars parked in the lot. The name had never made sense to her either. The property was clutched by woods, but there was no evidence of an actual lake nearby. She had never expected to have a reason to visit the hotel, but her daily scan for jobs on the college bulletin board had changed that.
Leigh-Anne HiltzPublished 3 years ago in CriminalKeeper Of The Keys
My Great-Uncle Graham had more keys than anyone I ever knew. Mum said it was because he used to be a prison guard in a maximum security prison. She said that was why he always locked one door before opening another one even at home and years after his retirement.
Reija SillanpaaPublished 3 years ago in CriminalThe Book of Aunt Fay
Avery Evans walked over to the window and reflected on his rough surroundings. He has always loved the desert and the mountains with its never-ending jagged terrain. It is a place that encouraged him to never give up, and to live life to the fullest.
Danielle BlakesleyPublished 3 years ago in CriminalThings have gotten harder.
I have no idea how long I’ve been in here. Alone, in the dark. I’m so worried about her. It’s so quiet. * * * *
Julia DiPretePublished 3 years ago in CriminalSwitch it Up
I leap a pile of melting snow, miss, and it splatters in damp splotches up my Bob’s Diner uniform. “Ugh.” But the mailbox is just ahead. I wipe cold sweat off my palms, looking at it. “You can do this.” The door creaks when I ease it open. It’s here, the reply from my interview with Harden Electric.
C.R. FultonPublished 3 years ago in CriminalUnanimous
Going over possible final piece ideas in my head whilst trying to dodge the brown-stained puddles down Camberwell high street, I couldn’t ignore how uninspired I felt with this course and my life. Sometimes it really feels like I have been scammed by going to college and that they are setting me up to fail, or at least a life of debt.