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Who's Professor Moleskine
At last, we arrived at the senior trip destination: Barcelona, Spain. One-by-one all the seniors trudged sleepily to their hotel rooms. As soon as I enter the room, I collapse face-first onto the bed fully clothed from my head to my shoes. I could feel myself drifting to sleep, then suddenly the undesired sound of knocking came from the door. My room buddies turn their glances to me due to the unspoken rule: the closest hotel buddy to the door opens it. Reluctantly, the words "Who is it?" leave the left corner of my mouth in a groan.
By Valencia Ingram6 years ago in Criminal
The Black Deal
I hear the gun cock behind me, sending a shiver down my spine, knowing what was about to happen if I make the wrong move. I stood there still, silent, and loathing what was happening And hoping they couldn’t sense my fear trembling through me. I didn’t mean to get involved, but they didn’t know that. Meaning one wrong move could end the whole deal all together.
By Andie Darko6 years ago in Criminal
The Little Black Book
The sounds swirled into muffled nothing. Traci liked putting her earbuds in. No music. No podcast. Just audio waves crashing into the plastic barrier to make stifled voice notes. Her hair hanging over the high tech ear plugs was a technique her sister was not entertaining today as Traci felt Keisha's frustration with a heavy-handed swat to the left temple. Her earbud shifted out and the sound came rushing in like a massive tide.
By Joslyn Madu6 years ago in Criminal
Oliver Woods’ Virtual Reality
20K GRAND PRIZE! VIRTUAL REALITY OBSTACLE COURSE TRY YOUR LUCK IN THE GAUNTLET! * Oliver Woods stood looking up at a two-story, lime green farmhouse. His feet were one step off the sidewalk in the unmowed grass. The front door stood at the end of a walkway made of red and brown rectangular stones.
By Luke DeRoy6 years ago in Criminal
Walter
Walter Gibbs had been employed up in Topeka as a clerk when he was abruptly cut for no good reason, as he would later express to Cotton. Needing work quickly, Walter would migrate south for the growing industry in Dallas, quietly settling soon after out west in Cotton’s ranch, some miles away from Amarillo.
By Abraham Barba6 years ago in Criminal
All Time is Unredeemable
All time is unredeemable. An old concept considered fact, but in reality is fiction. Time is not linear; what happened years ago is happening somewhere today. All time is present. The past is happening right next to us, anything from yesteryear can be found right next to us.
By Camille Figuereo6 years ago in Criminal
Jack With the '67 Cutlass
Jack sat quietly at the kitchen table, flipping through the ten and twenty dollar bills, wondering how long he could keep this up. He knew that no one had a faster car than him for miles, his 1967 Oldsmobile Cutlass was clean as a whistle and went zero to sixty in just over six seconds, but he figured he'd run out of people to race pretty soon, and the only decent work for a guy his age was about a two hour drive north. Racing had paid the bills for a while but it couldn't last. He had lived in what most would consider squalor for the majority of his life. Every time something good happened it was quickly put down by all the bad surrounding him. He barely finished high school, which is more than could be said for most people in Harlow, but it didn't exactly help him with the job market. People always wanted to buy his car, and he would make enough from the sale to start new, up North in the city somewhere, but he would never sell it. It was all he had left of his dad. It was all he had in the world.
By Mark Leasure6 years ago in Criminal
Cement City, USA
The bell above the diner door dings as Sal glides in on her roller skates. She rolls straight up to the counter, ducking swiftly under and behind, where Patrice stands by the register, arm extended, handing her her apron, “You were close this time,” she says.
By Marguerite Mannix6 years ago in Criminal
Someone Special
Avart lay sprawled out on the sand as he marveled at the beauty before him. The sun sat high on its lofty throne in the blue sky as it scattered tiny diamonds amongst the waves and sands. The sight alone was enough to stop a philosopher mid-contemplation and force them to smell the salty roses. It wasn’t even the natural spectacle of the beach that had him captivated though. Nor was it the calm breeze that tenderly wafted all of his worries away. It was his wife; the brightest diamond in the sea. There she stood, halfway submerged in the water, her sun-kissed skin glimmering like a finely cut gem; her long fluffy hair billowing in the wind.
By Kevin Sukraj6 years ago in Criminal
Moleskine's Classic Notebook
This was him. This was the villain of our story. The young woman’s gaze transfixed on the portrait. Kassandra Katz, nicknamed Kit-Kat by her Father, stood alone in the museum while nervously playing with her deceased mother’s wedding ring. In front of her hung two portraits, one of Hitler—and one of Liam MacCullagh…
By Jeslyn Rain6 years ago in Criminal
