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Pandora's Book
The man in the chair was scheduled to die by the end of the hour. His name was Earl Nyjack and he had tortured and murdered ten women, allegedly. He faced a nun, a cherry red landline telephone on a table behind her and a guard looking on from just above Sister Meredith’s right shoulder. His gaze took in the telephone, the guard and the only person sorry to see him die in the whole world, or at least this horrible room, all as one faraway backdrop.
By Rachel Crowe5 years ago in Criminal
The Heir to the Fortune
The Heir to the Fortune By Shani Krammer February 6, 2021 Elizabeth Filmore used to be my best friend in high school. I would have trusted her with any number of secrets, and for the longest time she was my one and only confidant. That all changed when I found out what she did. Our friendship dissolved after I lost all respect for her.
By Shani Krammer5 years ago in Criminal
The spirit across the street
As Sara watched day after day, the neighbors move in and out repeatedly. Sara wondered what was wrong with the house that no one stayed for more than six months. The more she watched, the more Sara wanted to investigate the house for herself. She couldn't help herself but try and find out for herself what was wrong with the house.
By Laura mclean5 years ago in Criminal
Scotch and Intrigue
Washington, DC 1987 It was a relatively slow day at the bar as Zoe set things up for the evening ahead, the dark days of January generally were. She was exhausted having been up-all-night writing yet another research paper; halfway through her law degree, she could not wait to be done so she could quit the service industry once and for all. Tired of the late nights and living off tips, she knew she was burned out. She quietly stocked the wine cabinet, wiped down the liquor bottles and polished wine glasses as she glanced over at the lone patron seated near the end of the bar. She had waited on this guy many times before, he was nice enough, but she was never able to engage him much in conversation, mainly because English wasn’t his native tongue. He always ordered the same thing, Ardbeg on the rocks, and he tipped well.
By Thea Bryan5 years ago in Criminal
The Missing Ones
"Kohlberg’s Theory of Moral Development," Professor Forsberg said to the class, "Who can tell me what it is?" A younger looking student in the front row—with pasty skin and long flowing hair that looked like a flame—raised her hand.
By Josh Petersen5 years ago in Criminal
INMATE 53006
Inmate 53006 Inmate 53006 sat stiffly upright on the edge of his weathered mattress. He stared blankly at the beige wall opposite him, ignoring the claustrophobic 7 by 12, by 8.5 foot windowless cuboid that encapsulated him. The mattress had never been replaced, or washed. It was only given a fortnightly change of sheets if the guards were feeling charitable.
By Madeline Tetzner5 years ago in Criminal
The Little Black Book
“And that’s another grand in the bank for me.” A proud scoff echoed as a young woman put her phone back into her back pocket. One more investment returned, it started small but she had been on a roll for the past couple of weeks, researching the trends and making sure to put that tiny little bit she happened across in the right stock. Just a few dollars adds up quickly when you invest in the right things.
By Wendy Baker5 years ago in Criminal
Mystery Windfall
A rainy cloudy day, Joey was strolling down 5th towards the corner store. Coffee and bagels is all they could think of. It was 7am, Joey was trying to make it on time to catch the subway up town to work. As they were heading in the right direction, a stranger bumped into them.
By Rhiannon 5 years ago in Criminal
Behind Closed Doors
“Hey, Cat, the last box is in the truck.” I looked over to my boyfriend, standing in the doorway. “Thanks, Babe.” I replied. I then went back to staring at the closed door in front of me.
By Jasmine Monteiro5 years ago in Criminal
Providence
Providence We were holed up in a trailer on a hillock of mud and pine needles that winter, surrounded by piles of black trash bags, a broken picnic table, an abandoned refrigerator, and at least nine children’s bicycles in various states of brokenness. We’d both been laid off from our jobs in town and spent the days playing cards and watching the same few DVDs. Our unemployment had run out, and we were still waiting for our food stamps.
By Jane VanCantfort5 years ago in Criminal
Of Murders, Of Men
"Kiss me once, then kiss me twice Then kiss me once again. It's been a long, long time. I haven't felt like this, my dear, since... I can't remember when. It's been a long…long time. You'll never know how many dreams I've dreamed about you, or how empty they seem without you… So, kiss me once then kiss me twice Then kiss me once again… It's been a long…long time…" the radio played softly throughout the hotel room.
By Annabelle Addams5 years ago in Criminal
Blood Money
As I ran away from the mafia leader and his crew, I knew my time on earth was coming to an end. Everything at that moment started to move in slow motion. I could hear the sound of my heart pounding loudly in my ear like a drum. I could feel the tears rushing to my eyes, and running down my face, as the money that laid in my arms fell to the ground leaving a trail with each step I took. I tried to move my feet as fast as I could until I heard-"BANG". Would you die for the ones you love? Or let them suffer due to your mistakes? Welcome to my not so happily ever after.
By Danielle Albright5 years ago in Criminal