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The Little Black Book
The year is 2020 and what a year it has been. Between a global pandemic, economic crisis and a long list of natural disasters, there is a young girl in her early 20's who through tragedy has had an event of good fortune. Yes, you heard right, 2020 wasn't all bad for Bella. Okay, yes, her grandparents died in a tragic house fire caused by an electrical storm (she is very sad about this of course), but she was also left $20,000 in their will. Bella already has a list of ideas in her head about what she wants to do with such a large lump sum of money. However, before all the glitz and glam, Bella must attend to the legal side of things. Tomorrow she has been granted access with her family to search through the rubble of the burnt home, you know, for anything sentimental that may have survived.
By Eva Slivka5 years ago in Criminal
Hello?
It was the same thing every time, every new location brought with it a new body, one that seemed familiar but so distant. So far there have been twenty victims. I didn’t understand it or how it worked at first but then I realized, a new address or location would only appear on a new page after I found the body and made sure she got laid to rest.
By Nura Elmagbari5 years ago in Criminal
Nice Dress
This dress is bad luck. I love this dress, it flatters my body, hugs my curves and makes me look thinner than I really am. I have good legs and its short enough to show them off without being too slutty. It’s hot, but now I hate it. I’ve only worn it twice before today. Once on a dinner date with a guy I thought I liked. He had an anxiety attack and left in the middle of dinner. It was the dress, but I didn’t know that at the time. The second time I wore it I was at an awards ceremony. A waiter tripped and fell right on the floor in front of me. Drinks and glass went flying all over but not a drop touched me or the dress. The waiter knocked his front tooth out and bled all over the while linen napkin he had draped over his forearm. Now, here I am locked in a motel with a psychopath. He might kill me and all I can think about is this jinxed dress.
By Debra Hulten Nava5 years ago in Criminal
That little black book
I walked to the bathroom to clean the blood off my face. The phone lights up. “Deposit complete. Make sure to get what we need.” The phone hangs up. I exhaled as I turn the faucet on to splash some water on my face. I closed my eyes to relive my hit. What can I say I love what I do! I stepped over the dead man’s body to search for this little black book. I still couldn’t believe I took this little hit for this old man. What do they take me for? I’m top 3 of the month for crying out loud. I looked all over this small apartment, but that book was nowhere to be found. I walked over to the man and turned his body over. I stood over his lifeless body. “Where is the damn book damn it!” My eyes finally spotted a loose board in the floor. I smiled. “Sneaky old man.” I moved the rug that was barely covering it and lifted the secret door. The lights of the secret room turned on as I took a step in. The room was filled with money, gold, and all types of artifacts. And all they want is this little black book. He had so much in this small room I couldn’t figure out why only this book. At the end of the room there it was in a glass case with all is passports and important files. I picked up the book and left putting everything back in place. Once I reached the door. I could hear the cleanup crew doing what they do best. They all looked at me as I stepped out the trap room. “Hey guys, don’t mind me.” I walked past them giving them a thumbs up. “Thank you for all you do guys.” Being a wise ass as usual. I walked out the building and jumped in my car tossing that book in a baggy. Making sure it’s secured. In the back of my mind I wanted to know what’s in this damn book! I finally got to my room and ran a nice hot bath. That old man put up a hell of a fight. “I deserve this nice soak.” I said to myself as I slid my ass in that tub. I reached over to that baggy with that little black book in it. Just dangling it. “Should I risk it all and look into you book?” Like it can really talk to me. I sucked my teeth. “Fuck it.” I opened the bag and tossed it to the floor as I crack the book open. My eyes began to scan every line, every name, and couldn’t believe what I was reading. This man had so much power over a lot of people and of course they send someone to take him out, but there have been many that could never touch this man. To myself. Ha, it takes a woman to kill a man huh?” I laughed to myself, but quickly ended. I started to get upset at the fact that they paid me so little to take out a man that had so much power over them. My mind began to race. I wanted them to think twice before taking advantage of my skill, my passion, and my fucking feelings. Pacing the bedroom floor
By Amber Cosby5 years ago in Criminal
Murder on the Mind
She was imagining how she would dig his grave. Perhaps it would be move enjoyable if she made him dig it, that seemed more fitting. Somehow there was a justice in it if he had to dig his own. The slow steady rhythmic thrumming of the shovel, the quiet finality of it. To be resigned to the fate that awaited upon completion. There was a justice there.
By Daryl Benson5 years ago in Criminal
Little Black Book
I was awakened suddenly by the piercing cold in my home. I sat up in bed and looked around, there was total darkness except for the light peering through my window from the neighbor’s back porch. As I let out a sigh, I saw the cold cloud of condensation right in front of my lips. It happened again I thought, they turned off the electricity. I was positive I would make it to the next payday. Yet here I am in this icebox house because I NEEDED to buy that dress, and that purse and those shoes too. Eight more days until I get paid and freezing temperatures on the horizon. I have no idea what I’m going to do. Last time I tried returning the items I bought I was so enamored by the beauty in the windows I walked out with more things! There is just something about those snow globe like windows that makes me want to swipe my credit card! “I’ll take one of those, that one too, and ohhhh that one in pink” I said to the saleswoman. She must have thought I was one of those fancy foreigners that comes to shop without looking at price tags.
By Nina Antonio5 years ago in Criminal
