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A Descent Into Sentiment
I must be different. Incredulous is the only word that keeps pounding inside my head. Incredible. This place is impossible, yet, it is the most possible place that has ever existed. A place that has been here longer than almost any other. That should make it the most credible place to exist.
By Christine Michaud6 years ago in Criminal
Melting Point
Heat. I hate it the most, but it's the one thing I cannot seem to get away from. Living in Texas is my own personal hell. I reached my hand out the car window, allowing the wind to dance in between my fingers. I look towards to the long road in front of us. It was such a depressing sight. I turned and looked at my best friend driving. The sunlight illuminated her smooth caramel skin, but her black braids fell in a way that created soft shadows under her cheekbones. They were seamlessly fighting for dominance.
By Jordan Casper6 years ago in Criminal
Immeasurable
Leon sat in the suit, in the chair, in the waiting room, feeling just about as uncomfortable as he had ever been. His hair – ‘dirty blonde’, some called it – was cropped short on the back and sides, revealing the odd scar here and there. More dotted his hands and otherwise-fresh face, too, translucent little trails with stories to match. But not this story.
By Jade Mooney6 years ago in Criminal
Checkered Motives
Joshua couldn’t think of a worse way to spend a Wednesday afternoon than serving as a substitute teacher at Priss Middle School. The school was trash, the kids were mean, and worst of all, the parking sucked. He’d gotten a call to drive out to the school after a teacher, one Mrs. Hersch, fell ill with multiple rounds of explosive diarrhea. The Assistant Principal felt it absolutely necessary to inform Joshua that she required medical attention.
By Abhishek Mukund6 years ago in Criminal
The Impresario of Vienna
‘Café Museum’, with its red velvet seats and dangling chandeliers, was a cozy little corner for a meeting place on an autumn evening. I entered the cafe, Hans took me to my table and greeted me, “Welcome home sir.” I smiled at my seasonal friend as we exchanged simple pleasantries in my broken German. I am quite fortunate that nearly everyone in this country speaks English. As I hung from my jacket on a slightly taller than normal coat rack, a server appeared with my regular order; a soda citron, double espresso, and glass of Vienna’s famed white wine - Grüner Veltliner, down on the marble table.
By Michael Polo6 years ago in Criminal
Black Cahier
Conrad exits the lawyer’s office and drifts over to the reception area. He grips a small black notebook, still in shock. Well, that had been the weirdest five minutes of his life. Entering the office, thinking he was being sued or subpoenaed or something, sitting across an executive rosewood table from a Tribeca-penthouse, suit-worth-more-than-a-month’s-pay kind of man who regarded Conrad with the same disinterest of a cat watching baseball.
By Owen R. Page6 years ago in Criminal
Lucky Day
Murphy adored the lamplights on the West Side. More than anything, he loved that moment of ignition. Every eve, at five o’clock, those gothic bulbs sprung to life, cool and hazy in the dimming vespers. That negative interference of tungsten and twilight always betrayed his familiarity. For a brief little wondrous moment each night on his stroll home from the studio, he felt as if lost in a foreign city amidst a romance of cigarette smoke and neon. The East Side where he worked wasn’t half as enchanting—those modern LED’s and industrial street lights were suffocating, really. No, that colonnade of glittering jewels in the West Side, hanging up in the misty evening air—it made each day worthwhile. That was home.
By Conor Newton6 years ago in Criminal
The Case of the Kidnapped Librarian
An hour ago, Emmy had been walking home with her friend, Mr. Crosley, the retired librarian. He had been heading home, to his mansion on the edge of town, after his daily visit to the library. He always returned his book from the previous day and checked out a new one. Emmy had been headed home from school. It had been raining. It still was. Emmy had seen Mr. Crosley as he came out of the library and they had walked together. At the corner of Spearmint Street they had split, each heading towards their own homes.
By Katie Altman6 years ago in Criminal
Dinner Ticket
And that was when he sat on me LIKE A 50 kg. BAG OF CAT FOOD… how I would have loved to have a 50 kg. bag of cat food! But I didn’t. I didn’t even have an owner back then, so I was out on the street, a pretty little black cat…. I’m sorry, let me introduce myself and start my story properly.
By Saskatchewan Riley6 years ago in Criminal
The Little Black Book
The Little Black Book, The Jim Cooper Story Jim Cooper is an average man with an average life working on a regular Tuesday working his 9-5 at the Walgreens down the street from the Empire State Building. Jim had other things on his mind as well. He had been completely spaced out from work all day. He felt as if something odd was going to happen. Staring out the glass of the window watching the rain come down the window pane, waiting on his next customer, a homeless man walks up to him staring at him strangely. The man shakes of the cold from the outside and looks at Jim closely. Jim looks confused and proceeds to say “what can I get you sir?”. The man still stares as he proceeds to hand Jim this small little black book with absolutely no cover. Maybe it was a journal? Jim thought. Jim grabs the book and before he could ask any questions the homeless man runs away as fast as he could. Thinking it was just a simple joke and no one needed help in the store at the time Jim goes to put the book in his bag and proceeds to finish out his shift.
By Its Toriii6 years ago in Criminal
