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Sticky Fingers
Sticky Fingers Sticky Fingers I am just going to lay here in the bed under the covers, because I know the human alarm clock will be going off shortly. Theres always unorganized chaos first thing in the morning in a house full of women. My mom 2 twin 8-year-old sisters and then there is me 14yrs old and the only testosterone in the house. If I did not make my mom's life difficult then things would not be right in the universe.
By Crissy Craddock6 years ago in Criminal
The Journal
The Beginning. My time was running out. I should have been done fifteen minutes ago, but here I am looking at this box in the corner with my name on it. The handwriting is my mother’s. I have not seen her in over five years. As I pick it up I hear the front door open. I have run out of time.
By Tlynn Noah6 years ago in Criminal
Caught in Smoke and Soot
Now, you couldn’t tell just by looking at him, but Adam Scott was a gambling man. He hid it well enough behind a timid demeanour and a sensible car, but he had the itch all the same. Adam wasn’t one to bet more than was necessary, but he was known to go just past too far on occasion. It's why he had to disappear, after all. Coming to Lochlin a few years ago was supposed to help, and it did in a way. He was able to get a job as a mailman, thanks to his friend James. His apartment, though small, wasn’t infested with bed bugs or next to a drug den which was definitely an upgrade. The best and worst part of Lochlin though was the lack of excitement. Each day the same as the last, in a never-ending loop.
By Maria Hammond6 years ago in Criminal
Terminal velocity
The rickety panels of this outdated small-cabin Cessna reminded Sam of the loose panes of glass on his old school bus's sliding windows. How some days they would vibrate incessantly as it traversed his bumpy neighborhood roads, making it impossible to get some before-school shuteye, or to even think. Simpler times, he reckoned. His mind drifted to the next coach he would board, which would arrive courtesy of the United States military, the Air Force to be exact, and would see him off to Fort Benning, GA. Before he knew it, most of his time was spent off-roading, approximately five miles above it; moving four times the speed of sound.
By Thomas Simard6 years ago in Criminal
Collide
Crawford heard the crash long before he saw the black smoke rising above the trees where the plane had gone down. He had been sitting on the deck of the weekend rental cabin, drinking his morning coffee and enjoying the view of the mountains when the small plane crossed over the trees in the distance, its engine sputtering just before it took a deep dive, and then he lost sight of it behind the trees. The sound was deafening, though. Trees snapping like gunshots, screeching metal being ripped from its frame, and then a final thud that rumbled through the ground, followed by an eerie silence.
By Jamie Wilson6 years ago in Criminal
Following the Yellow Tape
“Spread your legs and arms wide”, the officer stood behind me as I stared at the cream colored wall. There were scratches that took off the rugged paint job and random numbers etched in, scattered about with no correlation. I’d get bored if I was in here too.
By Reylene Garcia 6 years ago in Criminal
