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The Little Black Book
The Little Black Book Calypso’s Dilemma By Jones Harwell The long screech and smell of diesel informed Cayla that the bus has reached the platform. Gathering her things, she waits to pay her token. Clink. Pressing down the aisle, she takes her usual seat. It was a glooming evening. The only sound was the engine humming, and the creak of the seats as the bus made its way down 91st Street. Briefly closing her eyes, she rubbed at her temples; the pounding of the migraine becoming more prominent in force as she took each breath. She removed her glasses, giving them a quick wipe before placing them back on her face. She opens her eyes again and quickly glances at her hands. The scars, unusually visible ache, adding to her discomfort and brings back an uncomfortable memory. Blinking it away, she continues to stare out at the blurred buildings in the black haze.
By Lisa Harwell5 years ago in Criminal
Twenty Thousand and the Book
“Never for the life of me would I imagine I would make it to be an old man. My life in those younger days, well… let’s just say I wasn’t all the way on the right side of the law. That’s why I’m here.” I said, getting choked up in the process.
By H. G. Ross5 years ago in Criminal
A Night At The Movies
It was September 3rd 7:59 Opening Night and the people was lined up down the block. I was so excited that we was opening with Anatomy of a Murder, it was James Stewart's newest movie. The movie also starred the beautiful Lee Remick, what a doll !
By Doug Kelley5 years ago in Criminal
The Black Notebook
The Black Notebook Creeeeaaaaak. The door swung open, and Saul Stanton and his little dog, Louie, stepped inside. The building was dark and smelled terribly. Saul dug a flashlight out of his backpack, shining it around the room. Louie took to sniffing everything, his brown and white spots flickering under the light. There were no furniture or belongings. Just some dirt and leaves on the floor.
By Hallie Calvin5 years ago in Criminal
The Little Black Book
The Little Black Book Calypso’s Dilemma By Jones Harwell The long screech and smell of diesel informed Cayla that the bus has reached the platform. Gathering her things, she waits to pay her token. Clink. Pressing down the aisle, she takes her usual seat. It was a glooming evening. The only sound was the engine humming, and the creak of the seats as the bus made its way down 91st Street. Briefly closing her eyes, she rubbed at her temples; the pounding of the migraine becoming more prominent in force as she took each breath. She removed her glasses, giving them a quick wipe before placing them back on her face. She opens her eyes again and quickly glances at her hands. The scars, unusually visible ache, adding to her discomfort and brings back an uncomfortable memory. Blinking it away, she continues to stare out at the blurred buildings in the black haze.
By Lisa Harwell5 years ago in Criminal
Losing Hope!
Joy Francis stood in the crowd in shock and agony, watching and waiting for the Paramedics to remove her only child and daughter, Hope’s body from the house she has owned for three years. The mortgage has twenty-seven more years to go before her dream house would become her own. Zion, her son and only child, and Joy’s only grandchild had thirteen more years before he could get a permit to drive. Fifteen more years before he would graduate from high school and enter college. He had eighteen more years before he would become an adult. Now, he will have to do all the above without a mother and a father. She got the call from Christine, Hope’s best friend from Elementary School. Living an hour away, Joy drove as if she was fleeing from Satan and arrived at her daughter’s house in half the time.
By Annelise Lords 5 years ago in Criminal
Sunflower
“It’s all up here” I responded slyly as I stared into her glittery brown eyes. That smile could set any heart a glow and I knew just what to say to ignite that radiance. Every word a gentle stroke, every gesture sent a breeze to calm any foul thought. I was a dream to this goddess sent to earth. I would deliver her from any hardship. She could rest in my arms knowing no harm, no ill will shall befall her in my presence. I am her knight and she is my moon.
By Daniel Ringo5 years ago in Criminal
Mittens
It was ghostly quiet as he walked down the sidewalk. He saw the streetlight just slightly shimmer off an object that was slightly covered by the green shrubs on the side of the concrete edge of the Johnson’s Bank. He bent down, slowly, and only then was the deathly silence broken by his gasp. Holding his right side, where the bullet had pierced through him early, he slowly picked up the pristine black notebook. He stood there panting. The world wasn’t growing dark yet, but he sure thought it lost its shine. Pain does that, at least to him, distracts him. He looked down at the black notebook he picked up and strongly considered throwing into the water on the other side of the street. Surely this bound paper couldn’t be worth the pain he just experienced. Picking it up was clearly a mistake, although this made him consider the mistake he made earlier, in getting punched with a bullet in the first place.
By Daryl Benson5 years ago in Criminal
