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Thursday
It all kicked off when we was walking down to the estate to buy pills. It was early evening like when it’s still light but not dark and I felt really calm and happy and I was thinking about all the girls I was going to shag that night.
By mollyglinski8 years ago in Criminal
Broken: The Secrets That Kill (Part 1)
I lay awake at night. Thinking, always thinking. I messed up bad, but I'm not sure if it is worse for me or them. It could be both, but it's eating me up inside. It consumes me day and night. I can't concentrate on anything but that stupid stupid mistake I made. I wanted things to get better for everyone. I wanted to protect them and myself—myself more. Hell, they weren't going through it I was. I just knew it would be only a matter of time before it started to be them, too. It's been two weeks, and so far no one has found him dead... or alive, which is what everyone's hoping. Except me. I know the truth. I hope he stays where he is forever and rots. He deserves it. Shit, so do I. It's all his fault. He never should have come into my room...
By Brittney Washington8 years ago in Criminal
Miles Away
“Get dressed, get armed, we’re leaving.” The man with the heavy Londoner accent said as he barged into the quaint little flat, his light brown eyes focusing on everything in the room like a microscope gazing at a specimen.
By M Kier Murdock8 years ago in Criminal
The Escape
I awoke to the sound of shouting voices and whistling trains. “Get her!” an unidentified voice yelled. I scrambled to my feet and started running towards the exit.
By Nightshade LGBT8 years ago in Criminal
Bad Feeling
It was casual day, a sunny Wednesday. I was just sitting in a restaurant eating my food. Now let’s go back a little earlier and let me tell you about a weird thing I had. I woke up this morning feeling tired as usual. As I was getting ready, I felt like something bad was gonna happen today. After trying to shake that feeling off, I walked outside and made my way to the bus stop. Along the ride, I saw a restaurant and decided that I will visit it after school.
By Paul Zheng8 years ago in Criminal
A Death in the Cold, Part Two
The road to Geneva was a day's journey by horse and Evony was not quite ready for such an endeavor. Her legs still ached from the bounty killing of Monsieur Boutin, and with 100 Francs in her purse she could easily afford a bed for the night and possibly even a decent, warm meal.
By Daniel Byron8 years ago in Criminal
A Stalker's Tale
As I stand here in this dirty room with a gun in my right hand and the man I killed laying on the ground with blood all over him and some of his dirty blood on me, I think back to what I just did, what I have done and what I have become. To be very honest, in my eyes this man deserved to die. He’s a dirty thief, a low life, a mere salesman, who does he think he is with his charming way of talking. He is lower than me. I am better than him in every way. I guess you could say I have a god complex. It’s one of the many things I talk to my psychiatrist about. Oh is she going to be mad when she finds out her predictions were right. She knew all along I was a danger to her and that I might kill someday (not the psychiatrist) but little did she know I would kill for her. Who, you might ask is this woman I might kill for is… not my psychiatrist… the woman I love.
By Meena8 years ago in Criminal
Solving My Own Murder
I was pushed. That's all I remember. But my autopsy shows I was shot in the head. Why can't I remember being shot? Why do I only remember being pushed? I woke up in panic, scared and annoyed. It's like my day is repeating itself.
By Taiesha Smith8 years ago in Criminal
Sunday Night
It's late on a Sunday. Her blood flows from her dying body on to the kitchen floor like water from a faucet. He stands there frozen, unsure of what to do as his little sister bleeds from the knife wound in her chest. The knife falls as if in slow motion from his hands to the floor, creating a loud thud as it makes contact with the ground between his shaking legs and her limp arm.
By Lauren Whitney8 years ago in Criminal
Black Widow, Part Two
Jack and I were on our regular patrol when dispatch came over the cb. "Jack, Murphy, come in..." "We're here. What's the news Darcy?"
By Holly Reinhardt8 years ago in Criminal
A Death in the Cold
A sharp wind battered her barren face, her hair whipping into a golden torrent behind her. Her icy blue eyes reflected the snowy hills before her. She trudged steadily up the wooded path, her gray cloak held tightly around her by her gloved hands. The cold air made red her cheeks and dry her lips; she continued on. Her black boots, although tied tightly and insulated quite well, had taken on water over the course of her journey and her once-dry wool socks, now saturated with water, left her toes begging for warmth. She pressed on.
By Daniel Byron8 years ago in Criminal
Black Widow
It was a rainy August night when I got the call. It was my partner Jack. "We got another one." Another one, I thought, we just got back home from a 16 hour shift.
By Holly Reinhardt8 years ago in Criminal