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It was always there. In the same exact spot. The edges of the little black notebook lined up so perfectly within the thin layer of dust on the desk, it made me wonder if he even used it anymore. Knowing Roger, he did. There was not a thing in his life that he didn’t have a use for, including me.
By Carrie Bohne Warren5 years ago in Criminal
Uncle Bill's Black Book
Uncle Bill had been in and out of prison his entire life. It’s not like he had a bad childhood, as my father turned out perfectly fine and always praised his parents for the job they did raising their children. No, Bill had just liked getting into trouble, and he did it well.
By Tyler Miller5 years ago in Criminal
Black & Green
Intro I was looking forward to this vacation. I haven’t taken any vacation time in over six years. None of us had any idea how this pandemic marked the beginning of the end of life as we knew it. Social Media was packed with posts from people talking about our “return to normal” which has yet to come.
By Karen Ferrian5 years ago in Criminal
Devout
My mother passed a few days ago. No one will tell me exactly what happened. All I know is that she was hard at work, and she just "collapsed." At least, that's what they told me. "They" being the members of the church.
By Joachim Mizrahi 5 years ago in Criminal
Artificial Nest
The gravel complained under the wheels like frosted paper, and the sound sent deep waves across his head. The tall, wide archway spread the same shadow over his head; rotting beams, ancestral cobwebs and sparrow’s nests sailed over the roof of the car. For a moment, Peter was in the back seat again, returning from the drive to town with shopping or library books.
By Leo Glaister5 years ago in Criminal
The Curious Incident of the Girl on the Flight
Charles de Gaulle Airport outside Paris was a buzz with the comings and goings of frazzled, jet-lagged passengers riding the tailwinds of holiday traffic, clumsily shuffling through the betrodden concrete corridors of Terminal One. Maya, part of the throng jockeying for the pole position on the moving walkway, wove through the faces suspended in a limbo of neither here nor there and proceeded onward on automatic pilot. Succumbing to the rhythmic drone of clicking heels and baggage wheels, she slid off the conveyer belt in search of a toilet, following the prompts of those iconic figures, one of whom would lead her to the correct gender assignation in the public restrooms.
By jennifer zamora5 years ago in Criminal
Well, What Would You Do?
Frank crumbled the bank statement into his fist and proceeded to slam bot h down on the counter, rattling dishes, and sending both cats scurrying into the hallway.
By Dennis Coleman5 years ago in Criminal
To My Wife, My Love
"It was morning still -- the air was crisp, the sun was low and the bees were already busy. Neighbors were mowing their lawns and kids were saddling up in buses. It was the kind of morning you just took in, of course, I didn't expect to find $20,000 " she began rushing her words.
By Sunflower5 years ago in Criminal
The Two Hitmen
He was waiting, positioned in the building with the barrel pointed towards the street. His eyebrows furrowed together and his finger pulled the trigger since his target was in sight. Dead. His crew emerged from the shadows to clean up the body. Mission accomplished.
By Gabriel Mohr5 years ago in Criminal
Get me out of here, and into nature.
Heart's pumping, arms and legs are shaking, I slam my front door open then lean up against it as I close it, hands grabbing the hair on the top of my head, eyes and mouth wide open then I say "What the hell just happened!" I repeat it over and over again while I pace around my house, as I started to calm down I sat on the couch and tried to figure out how to handle this.
By CosmicAli5 years ago in Criminal
Little Black Book
Detective Ally McIntosh was sick of this shit: sick of shitty coffee, hard-back metal chairs, stale doughnuts, and preachy people. She was tired of trying to be sober. Her last incident, she just had a couple of drinks and drove her unmarked police car into an unsuspecting dog and killed it. She did not think it was really a problem, though; she could control herself if she wanted, she just didn’t. Internal Affairs investigated, and they suspended her for six months and forced to see the department shrink and go to AA meetings. The people in the meetings were sympathetic, happy, and all and seemed to mean well but had no idea what the real world was like for her.
By Tony Blankenship5 years ago in Criminal
The Vault
Jasper ran through the door at breakneck speeds and slammed it behind him, looking through the porthole of glass on the white metal security door at the approaching security teams he locked the mechanism and punched down on the hydraulic button. The two clamps attached to the sides of the door on his side hissed as they pushed together just in time for the black-clad figures to reach the door and make futile attempts to get it open. He was the only one to make it through from the team; it was just him now, that should hold them for a while Jasper thought as he turned around.
By Connor Brandon5 years ago in Criminal