Short Story
A Devious Heist
Tamara Dawson couldn't believe what she had done. Even as she drove away from the bank, she couldn't believe what she had done. It wasn't until she returned home and removed her mask that the reality had set. The bank she left: she had just robbed it.
By Clyde E. Dawkins2 years ago in Fiction
The Only Way
They did it. They actually did it. The group planned this for so many months, and they didn't know if they'd actually pull it off. After all, it was quite heavily guarded and always on display. The chances of actually succeeding at this were infinitesimal at best!
By Clyde E. Dawkins2 years ago in Fiction
The Retreat
Denise Stone had never been to a retreat center, but she had been familiar with them. Her friends had been telling her that they had been at retreat centers before, and the experiences have all been similar: relaxing, soothing, and quite elaborate. The topic of retreat centers came up due Denise feeling stressed about her upcoming wedding, and it reached a point where she had been actually seeing a counselor: Dr. Raina March.
By Clyde E. Dawkins2 years ago in Fiction
The Retirement Plan
Janine Chambers' drive home saw her collect many thoughts. For one, her retirement party. After over two decades on the force, which saw her climb the ranks to captain, Janine was calling it a career. Another thought she had was the press conference she gave regarding her last case: a bank heist.
By Clyde E. Dawkins2 years ago in Fiction
A Wicked and Deadly Heist
Genevieve Randall was in a panic. A walk to a nearby park with her 8-year-old daughter, Catie, ended with the pair running in fear of for their lives. A mysterious man was tracking the duo, with Genevieve appearing to be more in fear than Catie was. As they appeared to be completely losing their pursuer, the pair found themselves surrounded by onlookers, with Genevieve urging them to move out of their way.
By Clyde E. Dawkins2 years ago in Fiction
A Vicious Vendetta
"I don't know about this, Hannah." Shelly Simms had trepidations about attending a college party with Hannah Snow, who was not only Shelly's best friend, but she was also her stepsister. "Come on, Shel," said Hannah, "it's only a little party."
By Clyde E. Dawkins2 years ago in Fiction
Root of All Evil
For Sasha Barker, the last three weeks have been a rollercoaster. She was in near mourning as she sat at the side of her fiancée, Samantha Reinhart, who had been hospitalized for that aforementioned amount of time. Samantha had been in a coma following a terrible accident; she was struck down by a random vehicle as she was leaving her workplace. Sasha was beside herself with emotion when she got the call from lead detective Terri K. Matthews, who had been investigating the accident ever since.
By Clyde E. Dawkins2 years ago in Fiction
Skeletons in the Closet. Top Story - May 2023.
It was a stunning ordeal for Celine Anderson; her good night's sleep was suddenly interrupted by various sounds coming from inside the house. Celine rose out of her bed to inspect, and her brief investigation resulted in the young woman being assaulted by a sinister hooded culprit. The scuffle, fortunately for Celine, didn't last long, as the culprit got away once the sound of the home's owner, Sebastian French, rushing downstairs, armed with a baseball bat.
By Clyde E. Dawkins2 years ago in Fiction
Hellfire
“Yahoo, come on Sam, you can do it.” The men of the Circle B lined the corral fence to watch the spectacle. They were all hooting, hollering and waiving their hats in approval as young Sam Perry rode upon the back of the meanest, orneriest and rankest horse ever to leave its mark on Circle B soil.
By Scott A. Gese2 years ago in Fiction
The Green Monster's Ball
If walls could talk, they'd have a tale to tell. When it comes to me, well, expect that voice to have a thick Boston accent. They call me the Green Monster, even though I wasn't always green. I was born in 1912; yeah, I know, I don't look a day over 90, right? I was merely a magnet for ads for 35 years, and then, somebody decided to take down the ads and paint me green. "This wouldn't work," I thought. Yet to this very day...
By Clyde E. Dawkins2 years ago in Fiction
