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Saved From the FireSafe Box
The fact that it was found amid the fire ruins should have been an omen. To say the least fire did not have any good memories associated with it, not in my life. At the age of 16 I had lived through three house fires, my sisters only one, this one; how lucky they were. This was the most devastating one, and I had only just begun to see all the damaging side effects it would have on our lives moving forward.
By Christian Lawson6 years ago in Criminal
The Dream
While I was on my walk back to my home I couldn’t help but think about my mom and what she has to go through taking care of my dad. It will be two months since he found out he had an untreatable disease and the doctor only gave him four months to live. They were married for nearly forty years, to think that this day would be coming around the corner like this. I shook off my worry when I heard an extra pair of footsteps behind me “now that I think of it .. I have been hearing these extra footsteps for about four blocks now” I thought to myself. I took a left onto the street across from mine to make sure it is a coincidence that they are walking the same direction as me. I made the turn quickly and another left into the backyard of mister Johnson’s house “thank goodness he is out of town for a few days for his daughter's wedding” I thought as I sighed in relief. I heard the footsteps past the house in a state of panic, I peeked around the corner to see if they were far enough down the street to make a run for it *gasp* he was laying on the ground in a puddle of blood with his head bashed in “I did not hear anything how could this man be dead?” I thought suspiciously. *rustle* *rustle* my heart skipped a few beats as I held my breath and slowly took some steps back away from the bushes. *oof* I look up *gasp* *scream* “NO! Please NO!” I panic as I see the killer standing over me with a knife in their hand a different murder weapon than what was used on the dead guy.
By Jakuma6 years ago in Criminal
Lies'n Lies
I came home from school, dropped my backpack on the floor, and went to grab my phone. Then my mom started talking to me. “Sweetie, something came in the mail for you,” my mom said as she handed me an envelope. I picked up the letter and when I opened it there was a check for twenty-thousand dollars inside with my name on it. I screamed! “Honey what's wrong,”she asked.
By Isabella Rios6 years ago in Criminal
Beware of the Pen
As soon as I walked into my house, I knew something was wrong. It was this feeling I had that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. Someone was here, uninvited.
By Daniela Ridley6 years ago in Criminal
Two Days Until Sunset
The phone rang early that morning. It wasn't the timing of the call that was strange, but the fact the phone rang at all. I had been certain the line didn't work. Until now.
By Lisa Husberg6 years ago in Criminal
The little black book
Shit. I did it again. Blacking out is becoming a dangerous habit I need to break. My head ached and my body felt like lead, but I rolled to my side anyway and watched the floor tilt through one barely-open, crusty eye. Shouldn’t have done that. My stomach lurched and I thought of bread and water to try and convince it to stay calm and digest on. It subsided and I convinced myself to open the other eye. Where the fuck am I? Obviously a hotel room, by some miracle. It wasn’t fancy, standard hotel drapes and scratchy, dull carpet; white walls and a random abstract painting to ‘bring the room together.’ Bullshit. Were my standards really this low? The room mocked me and mirrored my choice in men. I needed to get out before the sleeping stranger next to me woke up. The TV was on low volume and the weatherman called for another chilly Spring day. I suppose it will help clear my mind on the walk home though. I glanced at the alarm clock by the boring brown lamp, it read 9:37.
By Shae Brennan6 years ago in Criminal
Blank Pages
The smell of mould and dust filled her nostrils as she pushed open the broken front door. Sariah peered in to make a quick assessment of the situation before stepping in. The last thing she needed during a desperate bathroom stop were critters running up her legs and making a home in her pants while she emptied her overfilled bladder.
By Heidi Goodnight6 years ago in Criminal
A Rough Night at the Painted Lizard
By the time they found Lyle’s missing page, it was too late for us to do anything. They recovered it, charred but legible, in the breast pocket of his cheap smoking jacket. Our botched effort to abandon him prevented any believable alibi.
By Delaney Rea6 years ago in Criminal
I'm Here For My Reward
He stuck his head out of the alley, swung it side to side, checking for any lookie-loos. Assured they were alone, he went back to the body and searched through the pockets of the dead man’s trench coat. When he came up with a little black notebook, he flipped through the pages with a great deal of curiosity. Searching the man’s suit jacket, he found the wallet and badge that confirmed the identity: Detective Henry Rhodes, Homicide. Pocketing the book, but leaving the badge and the wallet behind, he exited the alley and turned left, barely taking notice of the worn notice tacked to the fence guarding its entrance:
By Karen Haueisen6 years ago in Criminal
Risk And Reward
Stepping onto the platform, Yusuf plugged in his headphones. The dull, static world of the subway station slowly melted away, replaced with the refreshing sound of music. A tinny piano played in the background, while a loud, deep woman's voice sang soulfully into the microphone.
By Isabel6 years ago in Criminal
Little Black Bait
With one spider-like leg already out the window and the other ready to launch herself from the hotel bed, Estie pushed with haste and braced for the fall, as she flung her body into the warm summer’s night.
By Annie6 years ago in Criminal
Twenty to One
Have you ever had a premonition? I have - once. The sixth time Rover jumped the fence and ran full pelt down the street I experienced something like déjà vu, except that instead I knew it would happen again. I knew too that I wouldn’t be on my own next time.
By Rachael Johnson6 years ago in Criminal