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My Dearest Daughter
As a child, my mother used to tell me that life always gifted surprises. Whether they were good or not was not up to us, that responsibility landed upon life. At times, life was not forgiving with the gifts she gave. I never understood the true extent she could go until I stood in front of my burning home. The blaze devouring all the life within my home, my families cries long quieted by the fumes. My once flowing tears dried up by the heat, the golden glow it casted upon my melanated skin now darkening it with its ash.
Dayana AlvarezPublished 3 years ago in CriminalSwitcheroo
It wasn’t until Lewis got home that he noticed he’d taken the wrong suitcase from the airport baggage claim. He cursed himself under his breath when he opened it up on his bed to unpack and realized his error. It was probably the anxiety of flying that had clouded his mind and led to the mix-up, although it would’ve been an easy mistake for anyone to make. The outside of the case was nearly identical to his own, an old hard-sided bag in pale blue with twin brass clasps. The contents, however, pointed to a great polarization. Where Lewis wore argyle sweater vests and tweed blazers, the stranger wore silk shirts and designer tracksuits. Lewis’s clothes smelled of coffee and dry erase markers, but the stranger’s smelled like cigarettes and cologne. Lewis studied Joyce and Eliot, and the stranger had packed Hustler and a couple of detective paperbacks. The only thing that could not be found inside was any kind of identifying information. In his own luggage, Lewis had a little tag sewn into the lining, bearing his name, address, and phone number. Standing over his bed, staring into the wrong suitcase, he hoped with all his might to hear the phone ring.
Max FirehammerPublished 3 years ago in CriminalLittle Black Book
Little Black Book by EA Taralaikov While sipping an almond chai latte and counting down the minute’s before I cross the road to start work at 9.30am. At the Art Agency Studio.
Elizabeth APublished 3 years ago in CriminalThe Black Ledger
Nobody. That’s who I am. I don’t feign to be anyone or anything else. Nobody is a solace I am most content with, a shadow looming idly by in the crevice of an afterthought.
Greg HendersonPublished 3 years ago in CriminalJust another day at work
Just another day at work By Tange Cox Marie left the house for the 2nd time that day. Every time she got in the car she would remember something else. Before she left the house she tried to see if there was anything else she could be missing. Once she got into the car and looked at the clock she realized she had 45 minutes before work. She had just enough time to stop by the convenient store and grab a couple scratch-offs. She decided to splurge today and pick an $20 and $30. She felt positive about these scratch-offs probably because she had a dream about winning. She pulled into the police station with 10 minutes to spare. Enough time to scratch them off. She scratched off the first one and it gave her $20 back, when she scratched off the 2nd one she did it with her eyes closed. When she opened them she realized she had missed scratching one of the areas. She scratched the bonus area and it said $20,000 winner. She couldn’t believe it. She wanted to scream but didn’t want to draw attention to herself. She put it inside her extra black notebook she kept in her car. She got out of the car with a smile on her face. Her shift started in less than 5 minutes. She hoped she didn’t get partnered with Pierce because he would talk her ear off.
Time Ripper
"If you are reading this I have gone too far. This has been the biggest tragedy that I could ever imagine. I have become a cold case that will never be solved. It shouldn't be if I can help it." My apartment felt strange this evening. The warm sunset was beaming in the bay window. The warmth on my neck was new after the franticly drastic hair cut from the morning. The day became a week then back to the beginning of today and I am still trying to focus on it. Running all morning. Pain in my mind from all of the looping. Strain in my heart from the deaths I have caused. "The autopsy of the child's body will begin today." The tv whispers in the other room as Gina reads from the small black book she found on top of the huge bag filled with hundreds.
Alexsandra BarentinePublished 3 years ago in CriminalSo, What Happened Was...
Charlotte asked, “What do you think of this?” She did a half-jump toward Quinn. Quinn regarded Charlotte’s derby dress and hat with admiration. “You are a knockout, and I believe you are a worthy competitor for the ‘Run for the Roses’ award”
Eileen KosPublished 3 years ago in CriminalI'm in the Book
It was a rainy night in Los Angeles. I was working late in my office. An empty whiskey bottle sat on the desk, a pile of crumpled cigarette butts in the ashtray. I don’t smoke, or drink for that matter; they’re just there for looks. In my line of work, that look makes clients think I’m the kind of guy who can do what they need done. It so happens that clients, or the lack of them, was what I was thinking about when the door swung open.
Keith GretterPublished 3 years ago in CriminalThe Night Shift
“Welcome to All-Night-Con, we’re happy to serve you!” Mel sang, baring all her teeth. The customer with “yesterday” penned under his eye and a shirt that read “don’t talk to me” stared back.
Emily BennettPublished 3 years ago in CriminalRoad To Disaster
Here I am. How did I get here? Let me take y’all back to yesterday. It was a Thursday my fiancé wakes me up.”Baby I want to take a road trip”, he says. Me, “Babe seriously why you waking me up on one, where you trying to go?”. Him, “I don’t know let’s just go”. I say ok let me get dressed then. I pack a couple outfits in a bag. He gets his things in his bag. We get dressed and we go. We in his 83’ impala with rims on it. We hear someone beep and say nice car several times as we are riding and we just say thank you and smile. We have been riding for 6 hours now and decide to take a break in this small town because it was getting dark. We book a room at the only hotel it seemed had rooms available. We get settled down in the room and as I am about to put our bags in the closet I notice a black duffel bag. Me, “Is this yours babe”? Him, “No whats in it”? I go to unzip the bag and there are bundles of money in it that looks about 20,000 dollars and a black book on top. Me” babe I think we just came across some nonsense ” , with a mad look on my face. Him, “What you mean”? He comes over I look at him he looks at me and he gets this huge smile on his face. Me, “ I know what you are thinking, no is my answer”. Him, “But babe, we can just leave with it and nobody will know”. Me, “ Yeah!! Nobody but everyone that seen us here with your loud car”! Him,” Ok well let’s just see what’s in the book”. I say ok and we open the book and begin reading. We can not believe our eyes at this point. The book is someone’s diary who appears to be a killer. It was a lady at that. She wrote in her diary about several people she had killed and took there money. Me and my fiancé are going back and fourth about rather we should keep the money or not. We decided that we will just leave it there and leave in the morning. We get ready for bed and go straight to sleep because we are tired. I get wake up in the morning to that crazy love from my fiancé. It was like the sex scene in twilight breaking dawn part 1 the movie. We finish and we are just laying there talking. Next thing we know, there’s a knock at the door. Thinking it’s room service we say” just come back later”. But they continue to knock. Then, “ BOOM”!! A lady kicks the door open. Me and my fiancé are get on the ground and under the bed. She just walks in and says,“ You should have just answered the door stupids”. The lady was armed like she was in the army or something. She goes to the closet grabs the bag and leaves. At this point me and my fiancé are in shock and scared to move but we get up anyways. Him, “ Babe you ok?” Me, “Yeah babe let’s get our things and bounce.” We get our things and I notice my fiancé put something in is pocket. Me,” Babe what’s that?” Him,” Huh” with a stupid look on his face. Me,” What the in the world you got in your pocket.” Him,”I messed up.” He pulls it out and it’s one of the bundles from the bag. I just shake my head and tell him,” You gonna get us killed.” We get our things back in the car and get in to leave. “POW POW POW POW”!! Bullets start flying we hurry up and pull off. Babe ask me if I’m ok,I say I think so, then I look at my arm. Me,”Babe I’m bleeding!”
Mechanic LuvPublished 3 years ago in CriminalThe Message In The Middle Of The Little Black Book
Sasha? Sasha, please, if you’re there, please pick up the phone. I know we haven’t spoken in years, but… please, please, just pick up the phone.
Lindsey LeighPublished 3 years ago in CriminalHoward's Secret
Roy rubbed two nickels together in his pocket and leaned back against the front wheel well of Dan Cresswell’s blue Plymouth convertible. He wore a red cardigan sweater from Boise High School and jeans because jeans didn’t show the dirt. He glanced over at Dan, who was fulfilling his role as the entertainer for their dates while Roy mulled over his strategy.
JOHN MOSMANPublished 3 years ago in Criminal