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The Argument
"Are you serious? You're kidding me right now!" He said in an angry voice. "I told you not to go that far, and look at you, you're already in the thick of it! Now you've brought death to yourself, and hopefully not to the rest of us! Idiot!"
By Gabriel Mohr5 years ago in Criminal
A 'Little Black Book'
Day 1 The year 2020, had been a very trying year for most in these United States.. but, for Malcolm.. unbeknownst to everyone else in his small community.. the year 2020 had been… let’s just say, “quite giving”, in the strangest of ways.
By Muhammad Hakim II5 years ago in Criminal
Today
The day started as every other day. She woke up, too sweaty to even breath. Her skin shining under the morning sun that was almost inside the tiny Chicago apartment. Her fingers brushed gently the flower that was sitting patiently next to the window. Next to it was an old black notebook. The black cover was teared on many places. The pages half ripped inside. The only thing that was left from her past. The only evidence that somewhere before, years and years she existed. Maybe under a different name, working a different job, dating different guy, but she did exist. Somewhere between times maybe. The warm water hugged her tiny body.
By Anna Ross5 years ago in Criminal
A little black book
“Wake up sleeping beauty!” In his life, Frank had been called many things, but beauty was not one of them. Growing up had been hard, as it had been for a lot of kids from his neighborhood. His father had left shortly after his birth, and his mother had become bitter and angry at being strapped with a young child. She often told Frank that being his mother was the worst thing that could have happened to her. Frank was very certain that being her son was actually worse, so he escaped home when he was 15.
By Sarah Elizabeth Cunningham5 years ago in Criminal
The Hack of a New Generation
Inside a diner people are casually having a nice meal and it’s the usual hustle and bustle of a lunch rush. A young woman in a dress is talking to someone on the phone and eyes a young handsome man, Joseph in a blue suit. A shot is fired, and the man sitting next to Joseph falls into his burger dead.
By Elizabeth Findley5 years ago in Criminal
Confessions of a notebook owner
“This is too good to be true”, she thought to herself, “There must be a catch” She looked again at the special wrapper on the cover of the little black notebook she had picked up in the book shop and it definitely said that you could win $20,000 in a writing competition. All you had to do was write a short story about someone suddenly getting that amount of money. It seemed simple enough and there was so much she could do with that money but what was the point? She never won competitions.
By jacqueline mitchell5 years ago in Criminal
Memories of Moscow
I was walking back to my apartment from the metro. I’d spent the weekend in St. Peterburg, trying to make the most of my time in Russia while I worked to adopt my cover as a student. Pretending to be a tourist is an easy cover to maintain when you actually enjoy being there.
By Shayne French5 years ago in Criminal
Wales Grim
There are two of us now. It used to be four. Four cots, four inmates. There are only two now. Me, and a city boy named Frank. The others, whose names I forget, were taken weeks ago. I'd only just arrived here on the island when they were escorted out of the cell, one after the other.
By Joachim Mizrahi 5 years ago in Criminal
Clean Freak
It happened about 30 years ago now. Dan and I had been together for a while and were living in rural Victoria - about 2 hours drive from Melbourne. We were both restless.
By Janet Findlay5 years ago in Criminal
This Town Keeps It's Secrets
It was the first day of winter and roses were blossoming amidst heavy rains, from the week long cloudburst we had been suffering from. Bridgewood tower stood tall against the wet blanket of grass blades, and I must confess it was cold inside the Belfry.
By Ethan Ora5 years ago in Criminal
Little Black Book
I went through my lockbox doing a tally on how much I had saved. My mom and her boyfriend were fighting in the next room about something trivial, I’m sure. I returned to counting and was pleased to know by my next paycheck I will have enough money to leave this living hell.
By Nicole Brooker 5 years ago in Criminal
Favourite Notebook
The restaurant is busy. It’s lunch time. People are starting to go out again. There are as many people as there can be in this tiny place. Masks are worn but it’s permitted to take them off when you sit down. The tables are generously spaced apart. The waiters all wear double face coverings and place your food items using a long reach. I am used to it all now: masks, wearing big coats so the restaurants can leave the doors and windows open. When I do go out, I like sitting outside under a heat lamp.
By Dianne Carruthers Wood5 years ago in Criminal