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Lucky-winners Luncheon: Leprechaun Logistics Episode 1
I slumped down onto my trashy old couch. It was time I pretended to pay some bills. I had a system. I checked my balance, subtracted food and rent, then the rest went to whichever past due bill seemed most urgent.
By L.P. Masters6 years ago in Criminal
Love that Dies
Jim was someone that some called meek even though deep down inside his soul he was a strong willed young man in his twenties. He was still finding himself in the world, uncertain of his worth, filled with self doubt while being above average in many respects. Jim had his problems like anyone else. He struggled with acceptance in the world, mostly because he struggled to accept himself, as many of us are guilty of doing. Jim was also unsure of his sexuality and had begun a few years ago to believe that he might be gay, even though he never put a label on his sexuality the way the world around him insisted on doing. Jim’s worst day came quite out of the blue.
By Morton Jerry6 years ago in Criminal
The Cursed Film. Top Story - March 2021.
The distributor asked me how I wanted the funds to be forwarded. I wanted a check. Not only did I want a check I wanted to walk into their offices in New York, meet with someone, anyone, the janitor, and be handed a live check and have my hand shaken. Then I’d walk down to the nearest bank branch and deposit that thing. I wanted to watch the teller’s eyes try not to bug as he or she punched in the numbers; three, two, four, four, three, zero, nine, point, eight six.
By Michael Z. Atrata6 years ago in Criminal
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02.05.2011 My name is Clyde Michaels. I am 27 years old and from Detroit. I am in a small, square-shaped room. I have no idea where I am. Every single wall, including the ceiling and floor, is a mirror. There are no doors. There are no windows. Just my own reflection. Everywhere. I can see a digital clock on the ceiling. It also has the date, and shows if it is AM or PM. I am chained to the wall, but I can move around the room for the most part. I am not sure how long I have been here. I am given a water bottle and some bread every day. It's here when I wake up. Not much food, not much water. Bread is stale and the water tastes funny. I have to ration everything out otherwise I spend the rest of the day hungry and thirsty. I relieve myself in a corner. There is only hay, at least it's changed out often. I can't manage to stay awake long enough to see who is entering and how. All I can to do is look at the clock, look at myself, or write in this little black book.
By Francois Celestin6 years ago in Criminal
The Consequences of Curiosity
Another overdose. Was it the fourth or fifth this week? His crew was prompt, as expected. They cleaned up the mess and brought families back together. That was his division. his calling. His only opportunity. Elijah hoisted the head and his partner, the feet. The soiled zippered bag felt lighter than the last they dealt with. He was maybe in his late twenties, thin boned, sunken face and a clear user of heavy narcotics. For a moment Elijah thought he recognized the man from years ago, from his High School.
By Kendra Post6 years ago in Criminal
Escape chapter 1B
Steve Bird pulled off the state highway into the gas station. He’d been leading, but as they approached the trail they had talked about, he became less sure of his sense of direction. He’d been there a couple of times, but Garrett had always been the one to take the lead. He always marveled that Garrett usually knew a trail somewhere that they hadn’t done. He waved his friend around as he called out on the radio for him to take the lead. Then his phone rang.
By L. Lane Bailey6 years ago in Criminal
Escape chapter 1A
His face was inches from hers, his fetid breath filling her nostrils with its stench. She wanted to retch. Even her own bile in her mouth would be an improvement. She looked into his yellow eyes. All she saw was pure evil. His greasy hair hung down around her eyes, blocking off the rest of the room… his face was the totality of her world.
By L. Lane Bailey6 years ago in Criminal
Lil Black Book
Getz ran knowing he could not outrun the reaper’s grasp for long. He ignored his dry throat and throbbing leg, where the bullet lodged. He knew this would be his last night to run, to breathe air, to think. To think. To think of what it took to turn them in. Every one of them. He had what they wanted and witness protection was not coming soon enough. The train station was not that far but he knew it was not close enough. He grasped the key tightly and headed toward the alley behind the bookstore. He could not go in and draw attention to himself knowing he needed to buy just a little more time. Someone would come by and he would do the right thing. He dropped behind the dumpster and noticed a half empty water bottle. Never in life would he have thought to take a drink but in death, nothing matters. The cool water was a godsend and gave him a few more moments of hope.
By Julie Flores6 years ago in Criminal
The Black Spot
“We gon’ fishin’ today?” a voiced cracked. Another man didn’t say anything as they both watched each other in the dark. “I heard that belly talkin’ last night and it sounds like mine” he said as he weakly pushed himself against the wall and stood up.
By Dan Bumbico6 years ago in Criminal
