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The Warning
A silhouette of a crowd gathers around in the street. There was an accident. I can’t see past the crowd. But instinct is telling me to look at the body. I move towards the crowd and feel something underneath my feet. I look down and lift my foot to see a joker card. I bend over to pick it up and when I stand upright and look Infront of me I see the crowd is gone. All that is left is the body. I move towards it and as I get closer, I begin to see it more clearly. The person lying on the ground is me lying on the street. In my hand is a black journal. Just as I bend to pick up the notebook I wake up. I’ve been having this same dream for over a month now. I look towards my desk. Resting near a deck of cards is a black notebook. I remember a week ago I was on the corner of 5th and Birch street heading home from a poker match. I get up from my bed and walk over to where the book rested comfortably.
By Char 6 years ago in Criminal
The One That Brought Death
The sound of the waterfall thundering onto the rocks and lots of panicked screaming was the soundtrack to her rhythm to revive this poor young man who appeared to have fallen. “One, two. One, two. Come on, dammit! One, two. One, two.” It was too late. By the time she finished her last resuscitation, the EMS had already arrived on scene, ready to move her out of the way. As she climbed up the rocks, she found what appeared to be a handheld, black notebook.
By Christen King6 years ago in Criminal
A Badge and a Book
The radio crackles with a message from dispatch. “Accident on I-95 North, mile marker 186, paramedics on route.” Alex picks up the radio and relays a response as her partner pulls out of the speed trap and flicks on the lights. Highway-goers dutifully pull into the right lane, slowing as they pass. It never fails to amuse her how cars slow down obsequiously at the sight of a police cruiser, whether they’re already at the speed limit or not.
By Nia Tang6 years ago in Criminal
The Getaway
Well sure, there’s a story behind all o’ my songs. But The Getaway is special, more than jus’ some little ditty ‘bout a girl who leaves ‘er home town.
By Geoff King6 years ago in Criminal
Windfall
She woke up in a dark alleyway. The stench was overwhelming. She clutched her bag and looked inside in a panic. It was still there. She sat up in relief, head resting against a brick wall, then tried to stand up.
By Boldly Go6 years ago in Criminal
Where are you, Missy Stevens
The breakthrough came on a Tuesday. I was canvasing the neighborhood where my daughter, Missy was last seen. My phone rang. Caller Unknown. My numbr was plastered over blocks of the city on posters offering $20,000 for any information about Missy. The caller said his name was Andre Hollman. He wanted me to meet him at a diner called, Lucky's. I prayed the name was an omen.
By David Conley6 years ago in Criminal
The Black Book
1 Marie was cold. In fact, at this moment, she could not imagine being any colder than she was right now. The rain had soaked through every layer of her clothing, and every gust of wind sent her body trembling. With every passing second, she doubted her reasons for being out in this weather even more.
By C S6 years ago in Criminal
HEAVEN BACKWARDS
All signs pointed that anyone should stay at home that night and I should have listened. I should have listened to those signs when I felt the cold winter wind disrespecting the existence of my leather pants and made contacts with my thighs.
By Robert Mulolo6 years ago in Criminal
Leprechaun Logistics and the Unlucky Winners
It's amazing how fast you stop fighting against the inevitable. Less than 48 hours after becoming a prisoner in the Leprechaun Logistics lab facility, I was going about life as normal. The fact was, I was trapped and I knew it. I was trapped physically, I was trapped legally.
By L.P. Masters6 years ago in Criminal
Bitter Payback
All it took was a golden strand of medium length curly hair, flattened and stuck within the middle pages of the bound canvas notebook, for S to know without a doubt who it belonged to. He inspected it for a minute, wishing he could go back, fondly remembering the dark thong panties he took from her that were stashed away in his drawer back home, and the confounding love/hate relationship tore at his heart.
By Rachel Scott6 years ago in Criminal
Strange Encounters
The bar is quiet tonight. Except for the bartender who is in the back somewhere, I’m the only one here. The TVs are also muted, as if they are somehow adding to the silence. But maybe that’s normal. My usual spot is at one of the booths and I never pay attention to them since I’m either chatting it up with somebody or on my laptop getting caught up on work.
By Jen Zaragoza6 years ago in Criminal
The Spot
Nicole was still dismayed over her twin brother Nolan’s burglary gone wrong, well at least that is what the cops are calling it. Supposedly, in the garage of his high rise apartment complex at gunpoint, but after they took what they wanted they shot him in the chest. That is what was seen on the surveillance camera at least. Nicole knew it was possible because robberies weren't unusual, it was 2020 and although they lived in Buckhead, a prestigious neighborhood in Atlanta it was still Atlanta.
By Harlo Black6 years ago in Criminal