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A Little Black Book's Purpose
Little black books got a bad wrap, the little black book thought to itself, as its owner used yet another blood smeared fingertip to turn its delicate yellowing pages. Honestly, if the man would just clean his fingers first, the little black book thought, maybe the other little books would talk to me. The dictionary was absolutely terrified of the little black book. Every time they shared a room together, the ridiculous book would shutter, losing a page or two with words like “terrified” or “murderer” defined on them.
By Elizabeth Miller6 years ago in Criminal
A Series Of Minor Incidents
Accidents happen. He accidentally crashed out of bed to the sound of his blaring alarm that morning, and he definitely accidentally screamed at his neighbors’ kids through the window when he saw them snipping flower buds off the peony bush in his yard.
By Kenzie Beckerman6 years ago in Criminal
Turn Of Events
The plan was supposed to be simple. Bury him. Look into his connections. Maintain a level head and slowly take out whatever cash you can. Dispose of all remaining evidence when finished. Forget.
By 20y/o Perspective6 years ago in Criminal
The Cookie Baroness dies
The elegant hall was filled with cheap, wooden chairs - one of those that give you uncomfortable tingling in the spine just by looking at them. I tried to count the seats and got lost at 43. All of them were already taken with more onlookers crowding in the aisle, leaning against the walls or crouching in the very first row. With the windows tightly shut, the air indoors was heavy, almost damp from breaths getting out of dozens of chests. I looked at the faces of those who had arrived: some of them I knew, some looked familiar - the almond-shaped eyes, long, thin fingers with oval nails or narrow lips - those are features characteristic to our family.
By Aga6 years ago in Criminal
The Japanese Gardens
My brother Noah is a drug dealer. At 2:00 am last night, the cops barged down our door and took him away. I’m a deep sleeper, so it took me a while to realise it wasn’t just Dad coming in late from work again.
By John Mc6 years ago in Criminal
MISSION D- CHAPTER ONE
INTRODUCTION Hey guys, this is the author blogger and this is my very first book. I will be posting two chapters every week so stay tuned. Anyway, without further delay HAPPY READING!!!!!!
By The Author Blogger6 years ago in Criminal
Redemption
"Sit down grandson. I have a story that I'd like to share with you." "Okay Pops! Just a minute, I have to finish this match!"
By Shane McCann6 years ago in Criminal
Mojave
“Bless me father for I have sinned. It’s been a lifetime since my last confession.” “Tell me, my son”, the priest replied, “what are your sins?”
By Cesar N6 years ago in Criminal
An afternoon for Doughnuts
She looked down at her trembling, blood-stained hands. She didn’t mean to do it. She saw red and the next thing she knew, she was standing over the lifeless body.
By Althea B.6 years ago in Criminal
April Showers Bring Murder
April showers bring May flowers, at least that's what my brother, James, used to tell me. Thunder bang furiously as the dirt under us got muddy. I tried to jog as the rain constantly smacked against my face. Keeping up with the others was troublesome. Then, we had to swing across the metal jungle gym, a few feet off the ground. Being only 5’7, it would be a dangerous fall. The rain caused the bars to be slippery, but we had to go through if we wanted to be called “soldiers.”
By Azarra Lucas6 years ago in Criminal
Colin's Little Black Book
I'm an ex-cop. For those of you who know people like me you'll know that this means that we have stories to tell. Some will be funny, the weird and wonderful situations that people get themselves into. Some are gruesome, I really have to pick my audience carefully for those ones. And some are just sad and they're the ones I have the hardest time sharing with others.
By Michael Calam6 years ago in Criminal
Alvin
I knew I was going to die. I had direct knowledge that this was the case. But I didn’t expect to die this way. Not at all the way I planned. Drip. Drip. Drop. Drip. I wished the drops of water that sporadically landed on my head were colder. Cold equals refreshing. Room temperature water was never refreshing. Occasionally, I would lift my head and let the drops land on my face. Sometimes my mouth. The water tasted like blood, there was a metallic hint on the end of it. But still, no refreshment. None at all.
By Alex Murphy6 years ago in Criminal