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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.
Unintended Consequences
“Here, I got you a going-away present.” Our eyes meet and I force a smile. I take the gift and put it in my purse. “You’ll be fine,” he said, gently taking my hands and looking straight into my soul. “I promise you, you’ll be fine. If you need anything ever...ever, you call me.” He draws me in and gives me the most deliberate hug I’ve ever received.
Donna HollingerPublished 3 years ago in CriminalThe Ten House
The target home, located at 10 George Street, stood out both in size and style amongst the multi-story, modern apartment buildings lining the metropolitan road. George Street had been around about as long as the city itself and has been through multiple iterations of so-called improvements. The neighbourhood was the downtown home of busy professionals and their families, and the street itself a convoy of taxis and busses. 10 George St., often referred to as simply “Ten House”, while not unclean or unlivable, remained the only clue to what the city must have once resembled. It was old and stout, constructed from the reddish-brown bricks that might’ve been fashionable a century ago. It faded behind the busy foreground during the day, and at night only a dim light in one of its large windows could be spotted from its exterior.
Mac PowersPublished 3 years ago in CriminalDeaths Of The Black Book
‘What would I want? Death? Or twenty thousand? Well if those things are quite separate, I choose death... I mean twenty thousand’. Said Jules, mostly to himself, though Mole was sitting across from him. His nose unusually close to the open book he was reading.
Mark AndrewPublished 3 years ago in CriminalRussian Paul
The following is a work of fiction, inspired by the very real unsolved death of my father, twenty years ago. This story has been written and rewritten many times but never on paper. This story contains untruths and truths, the likelihood of which is yours to decide.
Billie GoldPublished 3 years ago in CriminalSmall Black Notebook
"I want to return this money!" The adolescent man slams the receipt on the counter. "Sir, you just won the lottery. You can't return the money" said the man behind the counter.
Vana MaharajPublished 3 years ago in CriminalThe Contract Killer
“CLAP! CLAP!” Right on target. I unscrew the silencer then disassemble the rest of the rifle, counting in my head. 36 seconds.