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It Wasn’t Me
This was months in the making. I had it all planned out. My team and I were going to take out the boss man Mitchel Cummings or as his buddies call him “Big Mitch” or “The Mitch” or “Mitch mighty”. Either way he was a douche bag, I had fallen head over heels for him because he knew what ladies wanted to hear, he seemed so genuine. The red flag should’ve been that he was married to a gorgeous blonde, who was so nice to me and every interaction we had she was genuine. I hated the fact that I was making out in his office with him almost every day. He said those words “I’m gonna divorce her and marry you”. I should have known better, of course he would never leave her. He would buy me flowers and if course the office talked and I was the slut. He didn’t say anything to defend me that was another red flag. Tonight was going to be the night that Mitchel Cummings dies. I’ve killed before so I knew I was not going to back down. I was about ten years old my dad was hitting my mom so I grabbed the gun and bang, he was dead. The party would be starting soon and he asked me to come over earlier for a booty call as I predicted and little did he know it was the last booty call he would get. I told him no since he’s not divorced. You would think I’d take the opportunity to kill him then, but it would be too obvious that it was me. So a large party it was. Most of the guests have already arrived to his mansion, the mansion where I’ve had an affair with him many countless times. His wife still had no idea that we’ve been screwing; she was blonde for a reason.
By Adrianna M. Braun3 years ago in Criminal
A Detective Story
Painful Memories Dick Kingsley nodded politely to Diana Mah, a sprightly 65-year-old, who hunkered nearby, effortlessly pulling up weeds in the neatly manicured front garden. He felt at ease in her presence, and considered her like an old, weathered gray blanket, providing him with a sense of warmth, despite the occasional uncomfortable feeling.
By C C Farley3 years ago in Criminal
The Vacation. Top Story - January 2024. Content Warning.
No one liked him. He was one of those people who grated on everyone’s nerves, who thought he was hilarious, whose presence at a party everyone dreaded because he would get too drunk and demand being the centre of attention.
By Alana S. Leonard3 years ago in Criminal
Where did they go?
“Don’t call me a lower-than-dirt criminal until the facts—yes, facts from my point of view. All of it, the money, that detective I thought was one of you, all the tunes just get me out of this damn position. I’m fresh out of an arm cast, undoing weeks of physical therapy progress.
By Willem Indigo3 years ago in Criminal
Echoes of the Dead. Content Warning.
Detective Nolan takes one last puff of his cigarette before he thinks about entering the rundown slum of an apartment. It seems to be his new ritual he has recently developed. a smoke or two to calm the nerves followed by a wheezing cough, one a dying man would produce. “Cough” Detective Nolan coughs struggling to breath in any air as he exhales the smoke. He throws the cigarette into the gutter, the flame is quickly extinguished by the heavy rainfall.
By Jordan Webster3 years ago in Criminal
The Mysterious Disappearance of Goldie the Goldfish
Considering the supposed peculiarities of their limited memories, one must imagine that no goldfish could ever understand the importance its species holds in our culture. These little, gilded creatures have taught generations of children lessons about the fragility of life and finality of death. When little Eve came home from her friend’s seventh birthday party with a goldfish in a bowl, every member of her family, even Bobby, suspected that such an education would soon unfold.
By J. Otis Haas3 years ago in Criminal
The Alderwood Diamond
The clock struck six as Detective Amelia Ashford stepped into the opulent halls of Alderwood Manor. The esteemed Alderwood family resided here, nestled amongst the cobbled streets of London. The grounds were usually closed, with the eccentric Sir Edmund Alderwood closing the doors to everyone outside. Today, however, Amelia had been invited to join a dinner party to showcase the famous Alderwood Diamond.
By Emilie Turner3 years ago in Criminal
