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Losing the love of my life !
Have you ever been so in love ,that everything is perfect and bang it hits you right in the face ? Your life is completely torn apart in a split second. It happened to me ! This is my story...
Ashley Giroux-MaurierPublished 3 years ago in CriminalHit & Miss
It was the perfect morning for a run. I had my music blasting in my ear buds and had kept a good pace all morning. I rounded the corner on my street that had a solid row of trees lining each side of the road for the final stretch to my house. The closer I got, my neighbor Phil reading the newspaper on his front porch came into view. He waved as I slowed and walked up the walkway to the shared porch of our condos.
Haley BjornbergPublished 3 years ago in CriminalConfessions of a Forgotten Memory
People have told me, the last thing you remember will be the most important to you. The one thing that is nearest and dearest to you heart.
Carmen SantoshaPublished 3 years ago in CriminalThat Night, That Thing, That Monster
The brown sack, caked with dirt, was all she could smell. It was taped at her neck, tight enough to make every breath a struggle. Her wrists, likewise, were taped tightly together, digging into her skin. The rough carpet in the back of the van burned as she was shoved inside.
Cold Case Files
Nikki Lange endures the pain of not knowing what happened to her son every minute of every day. Her pleas for police to investigate the circumstances of his death have fallen on deaf ears.
Monique PattersonPublished 3 years ago in CriminalBig Win
Big Win “Omm...Omm...” These were the last words I remember thinking before they faded away into my deep thoughts. “Where did I leave my little black notebook?” Faces and interactions replay in my head. What was I doing? Who was I with? A faint voice asks, “Hey Kate, can you put your stuff down and help me put up these fliers?”
The Little Black Book
She was looking for something sharp. The room was dark, with a sliver of sunshine creeping in through the boarded window. Specks of dust clouded the air with every movement Dylan made, making it difficult to breathe. She exhaled slowly, trying to steady her breath as the claustrophobia began to creep in. But now was not the time to allow her panic to consume her. She knew she only had five minutes, maybe ten, at most, before her boss returned home. She began to push through the clutter in the attic. Tattered books with broken spines, worn black cushions, boxes of musty smelling clothing and antique furniture pressed up against the walls where the once-white paint cracked and peeled. Moving as swiftly as she could toward the window, she opened one drawer after another, stumbling over the objects as she went. Cursing as her toe caught on a floorboard, she spotted it. In a long-forgotten corner of the room, a lone screwdriver peeking out at her. Snatching it up, she turned her focus to the rusty steel panel almost perfectly concealed behind the burgundy dresser behind her.
Kenzie ClarkePublished 3 years ago in CriminalSeoul Searching
Niniane Mobile! (consumerguide.com) “Dad’s home Kimberlee!” Ahnjong cheered, looking through the peephole of the front door where terror awaited outside.
Kali JonesPublished 3 years ago in CriminalEscape
Run! I cannot afford to stop. I can feel the pain of a thousand needles from the tip of my toes up to my scorching thighs, what with the innumerable lacerations I sustained from running over gravel, over thick reeds as I crossed the swamps, over sharp rocks that lay on the woodland floor.
Louie Jhon LunariaPublished 3 years ago in CriminalHeading to Los Angeles
It is high noon, without a cloud in the sky, the sun beating down upon the dry tarmac. You can hear the sizzling sound of my sweat hitting the pavement. I'm trudging along a two-way highway with desert on both sides. A few patches of dry grass, and scattered cactuses about complete the landscape. There is a rusted green sign in front of me that reads Los Angeles 50 miles southwest- Las Vegas 150 miles northeast. I duck my head as I pass under the sign, wearing nothing but a t-shirt, shorts, and a pair of shoes. I'm wearing headphones but the battery died a few miles back; a dead tablet in my right hand. As I continue to walk along the highway, feeling the weight of the heat, with each step I take. The road seems to go on and on, both directions mirroring each other, but luckily there is a distinctive cloud in the direction I am heading, that breaking the image.
Chris ParksPublished 3 years ago in CriminalParasite
It happened again. The pitter patter of rain hitting hard against the trains, plowing through the darkness of night. The sound of the wheels scraping against the side of the tracks echoes throughout the yard. The feeling of emotional knives digging into my soul.
royden davysPublished 3 years ago in CriminalTijoon's Little Secret
Tijoon thought he could see his dog, Pal across the highway from the rest area. The rotty, mutt mix was easy to spot, even from long distances, but couldn’t of been him, he realized how much he missed his dog, that's how they die on the reservation, either shot or hit by a car, one or the other, he was around for the last ten of the thirteen years of Tijoons life, he really felt lost without him.
Noel Chrisjohn BensonPublished 3 years ago in Criminal