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Little Black Notebook
When I woke up Saturday, I wasn’t looking for an adventure. Sometimes you find yourself going through everything that happened that week. My Aunt Eliza died Thursday. At seventy-two, she had been a bundle of energy. She worked part time at the local museum so she could chat with people. She claimed it gave her a little extra cash. It was the perfect job for her. She loved learning. She was a college librarian for twenty-five years. She got my brother, Marco a job as a security guard at the museum. He is spending time at our Mom’s house making sure she is okay.
By S. L. Kirby6 years ago in Criminal
A Thief's Prize
Sipping on some lukewarm hot chocolate, Percy started going through his earnings for the day. He rummaged in his many pockets and removed all contents within. Percy had managed to obtain: four wallets, two high-quality phones, an expensive-looking ring, and a lighter. There had been no real need to take the lighter, but it had been so casually left on a table that it felt rude not to take it.
By Joshua Stevens-Shachar6 years ago in Criminal
A Bird Walks Into a Bank
A bird walked into a bank with a gun. It had been an especially slow day at the branch, where only one teller was working. As she had done for the last forty years, she was passing the time by doodling in her notebook. She was nearly finished with the last page of its slender volume when she heard the pitter-patter of tiny footsteps.
By Ash Navabi6 years ago in Criminal
Robin_Margeaux
Our apartment isn’t huge. It’s 700 square feet, roughly, so, with two kids plus a dog, it feels much smaller. The living room is a chaotic assortment of furniture, baby toys, Barbie dolls, crumbles of dried out play dough, junk mail, bills and shoes that no one wants to put away, no matter how simple I make it for them. Just about daily, I use a selection of expletives to inquire with each and every one of my family members how hard it is to wash a spoon. Or a cereal bowl. Or to take their dirty garments just six inches further, and into the actual hamper rather than scattered within short proximity of it.
By Emily Armijos6 years ago in Criminal
Case Unsolved
If I die, please remember me. I have no legacy, nothing of value to my name. I’m not rich nor will I ever be. If I do go can I ask you to take it all. Take anything that my fingers have touched, my notebook that my words have graced its pages or a neckless that’s hug around my neck. It may mean nothing to you but if I lose everything then dying it not half as scary as being forgotten.
By Samantha Hussey6 years ago in Criminal
today was different
t started like any other day. 6am-wake up, coffee and cigarette, shower, get dressed go to work somehow, that had been me for the past six years. at a standstill. A robot. everything exciting in my life just came to an abrupt stop one day and to be completely honest I hadn’t noticed it until that day. I was everything I never wanted to be. a lonely 27-year-Old, no kids no man, no social life, no goals or ambitions just living the same day over and over. Pitiful right? but I guess that’s what life does to some people .it sucks you clean of all hope and imagination and leaves you dry and in an altered state of reality. the world suddenly seems less magic. I used to see opportunity in even the smallest of things but at that point in my life. I was too scared to even ask for a promotion for a job i had been at for 7+ years .. just didn’t believe in myself like I once did I had lost my light.
By Remy Martin6 years ago in Criminal
An Eye for an Eye
Nurse Lucinda Mendoza pushed the medicine cart slowly down the jail corridor. She was working her usual 3-11:30 pm shift at Godwin T. Jackson Prison in Oakdale, California. It was time for medication pass, and she had to get to inmate pods to service them. This shift weighed heavy on her because Lucinda knew this shift was going to be different. She was worried, as Deputy Carr walked quickly ahead of her. On this shift, she was going to have to kill someone.
By Keisha A. Steed6 years ago in Criminal
Little Black Book
It was 1946, not long after the war we were women inspired to be more, me and my sisters I mean. There was Priscilla, Melissa and myself Juliet, with Priscilla being the oldest and me in the middle. Our parents were hero’s of the war, my father being a war veteran and my mother as a medical nurse and our trust goes beyond words, which is why me and my 2 sisters have decided to travel the world together without our parents supervision of course. It was the perfect time for liberation, independence, ambition, interaction, being a female with all the courage in the world, we were going to change the world. My interest in journalism had got me through the war and all I wanted was a great story to tell as I would progressively be the first female journalist to travel and exceed limitations, opportunities were up for grabs and nothing at this point was going to get in the way. However things didn’t turn out the way I imagined, in a matter of fact it could have been a journey worth writing.
By Miqat Chowdhury6 years ago in Criminal
