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Where we plant the milkweed seeds its poison also grows
I’ve been keeping other people’s secrets all my life. I don’t know why people tell me things, but they do. Maybe ‘cause I’m good at listening. I’m a quiet listener. Just like how I’m quiet now, walking through the forest up in this little corner of Appalachia that I was born in— that I’m still stuck in.
By Lydia Jones3 years ago in Criminal
The Woman Made of Shadows
I’m staring at the book. I know I am. I also know I have been staring at it, without blinking, for way too long. All the words and letters are becoming unrecognizable and blurry. I can’t help it. I am so shocked and afraid of this little black notebook and the secrets it holds. It should be harmless but instead my stomach lurches as I continue staring, attempting to process what i’m reading.
By Cass Strange3 years ago in Criminal
On The House
The house looked old and weathered, not unlike Grandpa Jon when Jack had last seen him. Once warm and inviting, today it stood cold and empty with no one to welcome him, no Grandma to stuff him with warm food, no Grandpa to tell him stories by the fire. Jack had stopped by briefly before Grandpa’s funeral, but this was the first time he really took to examine the house. His house.
By Michael Bloom3 years ago in Criminal
James Smith
Saturday June 15th 05:56am Its our anniversary tomorrow, she wants to celebrate the loathsome occasion. I’ll have to buy her a present. The bitch doesn’t cook terribly and performs in bed well. I ordered makeup for her, god knows she needs it. Times like this I miss my ex I’m sick of her incessant whining. Speaking of ex’s, I need to check on her.
By Laura Graham 3 years ago in Criminal
A Stranger's Inheritance
“Your Honor, I did not kill him.” I sat alone now in my cell. The guard that was on duty had come by and removed my fellow incarcerated. Supposedly, the youth had his relative stop by the station to post bail. He had boasted to me that he had burgled a boutique the night before. Two hours and a baseball bat, and the absent-mindedness to not leave his wallet at home. The patrol picked him up after breakfast, and he was leaving before supper. I wonder how that was possible, but I presume it may be related to the distinctive embroidered L and V on his boots. It must be nice.
By Ari Groobman3 years ago in Criminal
The little Black Book
Carmelo had been waiting torturously in this cold damp alleyway for three hours without as much as a chance of 'boosting' a wallet off of anyone. The thought of leaving crossed his mind, but his empty growling stomach reminds him that his alternatives are few.
By John Mcmanamy3 years ago in Criminal
Guardian Angel
The car slowed to a stop, she could see the skeleton of a house sneering through the overgrown trees and bushes. It looked as ominous as she remembered. Set back from the road, it wasn’t immediately noticeable, mostly secluded and surrounded by huge trees and corn fields. It stood hollow, with its deep dark vacant windows contrasting the chipped white exterior paint, its door open just enough to entice you closer, but caution entry inside. A feeling of increasing anxiety was intensifying, but perhaps it should be more aptly attributed to the unlawful trespassing she was about to participate in versus an “other-worldly” explanation. For some reason, breaking and entering as a teenager seemed much less of an issue.
By Sara Marie3 years ago in Criminal
Easy Come, Easy Go
All my life I dreamed of being rich. Not financially stable. Not “well off” or “comfortable”. Never once did I dream of having a moderate sized house, cute husband, maybe a dog or something, and a Honda. I always wanted a luxury car and a personal driver, a mansion the size of the White House, a yacht or something… maybe a personal helicopter or train car… I never really knew what I wanted per se, I just knew that I wanted to be rich.
By Diana R. Jones3 years ago in Criminal