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Phase One
6:00am. The sharp ring of my alarm startles me awake and I groan as I remember the day I have ahead of me. I reluctantly push the damp sheets off of me and the humid air of the room hits me as I head towards the bathroom. Stepping into the shower, I sigh as the cool water rushes down my body, washing off the sweat that was clinging to me throughout the night. The thought of digging with the hot sun beating down on me all day filled me with dread; why couldn’t I have picked a standard office job instead of this? I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off, looking in the mirror over the sink I started to brush my teeth and my mind drifted off into a world of its own. After I dried my hair and got dressed, I grabbed my keys and headed out the door to my car. I could already feel the heat from the sun that was only just rising into the sky, it was going to be a hot one.
Hannah JaynePublished 6 years ago in CriminalMy Son-In-Law
Lois stood proudly in front of the judge. She only stood 5'2", a good 3" shorter than she was in her youth, but she held her head high and waited to be spoken to.
Viki AllinPublished 6 years ago in CriminalI Spy
She watched as his chest rose and fell beneath their sheets. He had been long gone, sleep had grabbed him and didn't plan on giving him back for at least a few hours. It was hard, her job. She had been to so many foreign countries, met so many people, lived so many lives. This life was by far her least favorite. When she had been assigned the case, she had a bit of hope nuzzled in her chest. If she was successful, she would be able to retire, seeing as after this job she would have to be inactive for a long time, as to avoid suspicion. She was still young, very young, only barely 28, but she felt so much older, so much closer to death, and she hated every bit of it. She had no idea that she would be playing this character for almost two years.
Toxic Delights: Part 9
All of her training and field work prepared her for this moment. He was a sick man, acting on his impulses, risking it all just to gain the attention of the woman who ruined his life. Donald McKee chose the wrong target this time. She wasn't a little girl anymore, trying to survive in a dog-eat-dog world. Elle had been born a fighter, and that was how she planned on leaving this earth.
Sharlene AlbaPublished 6 years ago in CriminalToxic Delights: Part 7
You've exceeded all of my expectations, Elle. You took the bait, and held onto it so desperately, I managed to blindside you, despite your keen sense of judgement. Sebastian Hale, Leah James, Happy Mike, Stella, and Noah Dubois. They were all pawns in a game you started the day you broke your vow of purity, and entered my lion's den. How does it feel to fail? Are your hands trembling yet? Do they feel the urge to wrap themselves around my throat? You're almost there, right where I want you. Don't let me down this time. Carter Murphy's life depends on it.
Sharlene AlbaPublished 6 years ago in CriminalHide the Dead Girl (Pt. 2)
Robin shambled bleary eyed down the stairs. He tries desperately to avoid the debris left from last night’s party. Empty beer cans, party food stomped into the carpet greet him as he gets closer to the foot of the stairs. With each step, the aftermath of the chaos from last night becomes painfully clear and to top it all off is the massive pile of puke is waiting at the bottom.
Joe RobinsonPublished 6 years ago in CriminalHide the Dead Girl
Detective James Matthews steps out of his car onto the rain-soaked pavement. The flashing blue of the police sirens reflect in the gathering puddles as James forces his way through the amassing crowd of neighbours and bystanders towards the house.
Joe RobinsonPublished 6 years ago in CriminalNalani Kealoha
(This is the first of many parts to Nalani Kealoha. I'm pursuing a writing career and I wanted to get some feedback. This will be an entire book. However, each part will be one chapter)
sabrena mccormickPublished 6 years ago in CriminalThe Paltry Killer
Two can keep a secret if one of them is dead. A quote from Benjamin Franklin. A man who when you look at his portrait, all you see is a happy looking balding man in spectacles. The man that appears on the one-hundred dollar bill. Why would this jolly, Santa-like man say something so austere?
Jasmine LassPublished 6 years ago in CriminalFleeting Thought
Dene flexed his wrists upwards, barely an inch of movement and certainly not enough to scratch his nose. He eyed the door again. Although he could see movement from the short shadows on the floor, the lack of windows offered no hint as to when their owners would enter the room. Thanks to the strap across his forehead, he could barely move his head to either side, and the slightly squat position put too much pressure on his spine. Dene knew that the moment he was released he would be in agony. He was pretty sure his detainment was against his civil rights, let alone the physical restraints, and the moment someone came for him he was going to tell them.
Philippa RobinsonPublished 6 years ago in CriminalThe Touch of Fear
In the dead of night, at approximately three in the morning, murder was in the air and blood was drying on the ground. The smell of death floated around the city of Chicago.
Ray L. PfundtPublished 6 years ago in CriminalA Taste for Murder
“Contestants, you have 90 minutes. Let’s cook.” An angry hiss seared the air as the onions hit the pan. Too hot! She galvanised into action, snatched the pan from the heat, and shuffled the contents about.
Hazel HitchinsPublished 6 years ago in Criminal