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Las Mata Maridos
I wanted to take a moment to tell you a bit about myself before we delve into the countless stories that will follow. My name is Arlene Sanabria. Born and raised in East Los Angeles, California. The idea behind the women came from a set of music videos my brother and the musical group, also based out of L.A.; Casa De Calacas, which was composed by family and friends redid two mexican classic songs by Jose Alfredo Jimenez. The rough video plot, if memory serves me well is the down on his luck drunk loses his lady love to another guy and she has the nerve to flaunt it in his face. He sings the first song (Ella) while surrounded by girls. Promoted on Myspace which back then was the social media giant as an all call for all the young honeys.
By Las Matamaridos6 years ago in Criminal
Moonlight Sonata
I mouth a ‘thank you’ to the waiter as he brings my coffee. He gives a smile and asks something. I shake my head, assuming it was a question of if I needed anything else— I don’t know because Marissa is talking my ear off. She’s going so quickly and so loud that I’m positive my phone will somehow catch on fire.
By Spencer Lily Sinclair6 years ago in Criminal
The Mug
"The Mug" By D. A. Ratliff I hadn’t been here in a long time. Not since my grandfather’s funeral, when my father had the funeral director swing by as we returned from the gravesite. My dad told us to stay in the car as he exited, brand new padlock in hand. He strode with a purpose to the building, pulled away the crime scene tape, and padlocked the latch at the top of the wooden door. Just as purposefully, he returned to the limo and announced, “No one will enter there again.”
By D. A. Ratliff6 years ago in Criminal
The Watch Tower
Civilians had been advised to stay off of the main roads during the scheduled reconstruction period. Alternate routes had been set up through surrounding rural areas, and curfews were being strictly enforced. Although peace had been been reached, there were still places still holding to chaos. There were still angry people and broken buildings, falling apart. The spirit of civil war was dying, but not quite dead. Most were cooperative and adhered to the safety guidelines put about the country’s new and improved authority.
By Amber Reaves6 years ago in Criminal
The Little Black Book
The Little Black Book:The Christmas Murder By Connie Soles I barely knew Walter, even though he worked in the office next to mine. We kept meeting at the elevator as we left work at almost the same time of day Monday through Friday. Like most elevator rides, the decent started and ended in silence. It is just weird to me for a group of people riding in an elevator to remain completely quiet and not say a word.
By Connie Soles6 years ago in Criminal
The Wolf Spider's Web
A piercing knife-like pain scratched Obianuju’s thigh jolting her up and out of her haze, the putrid stench stung her nostrils as she inhaled the dirty air around her. She glanced down at her bruised thigh, stained and bloodied, mottled with marks and abrasions of unknown origin. She stroked it carefully, feeling the grittiness and undulations of her skin. Her hand ran further up to the origin of her pain, she jumped abruptly and immediately. Her gasps were sudden - she looked down at her arms; there were red wheels and small pimples from hard contact, she began to fear her condition. She desperately began to run her hands over her limbs; her arms, her legs, her feet, as if to test that they were really hers. Her body felt different and detached, she felt her hair knotted and twisted, matted and wet from sweat and no doubt tears. Her face burned and stung as she gently traced the outline with her fingers, she didn’t remember...she couldn’t remember.
By Cathy Mellowship6 years ago in Criminal
Forever Mine
She ran down the street as fast she could, trying not to knock anyone down. It was 4:55 and she had until 5:00 to get there before they close. “Only one more block” she thought as she was almost there. She had an important package that she had to send off today at the post office. She knew that if she didn’t make it there it would get to Jerry in time. “Yes” she said partly out of breath as she made it there at 4:57. She walked in and went straight to the counter. “How can I help you” the clerk asked, a little annoyed because it was so close to closing time. “Yes, I have a package I need to send to Los Angeles, California.” “Standard or Express shipping?” the clerk asked. “Express” she said as she knew Jerry needed this A.S.A.P.
By Kimberly Boyd6 years ago in Criminal
A Change of Heart
The days always started off the same way. The sun slowly reached its arms over the western skyline, the city filled the air with its awakening roar, and Lucas Adams stumbled his way up the stairs with a head full of booze, regrets, and a deep longing for something more. That more being his soft warm bed at the moment.
By Leslie J Palma6 years ago in Criminal
