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Unusable Lockers
It has been an average day, really. History class dragged on for way too long. Math was not any better. The last thing I wanted was to do a science test, which unfortunately I did not study for. Which I am pretty sure I failed. At least it was near the end of the year. I could enjoy a much-needed holiday. I grab my books out of my locker, checking my surroundings as I knew that at any moment, I could get bumped into by one of the massive dudes. When I say massive, I really mean massive. They went to the gym daily. Huge muscular arms that appear from each side of their black singlets.
By Bradley Whiting 5 years ago in Criminal
"45"
Tires roll clumsily against the dry cracked asphalt. The wind gently pushes back against the vehicle as it moves ever forward, creaking and groaning with each passing mile. The darkness of night begins to give way to ever strengthening light, the burning violet peacefulness of a coming new day, betraying the previous night's chaos. As if it had never happened.
By Matthew Perez5 years ago in Criminal
The Heathers
I rolled into the office around 9 the next morning. Jack and I had stayed late last night trying to connect Evelyn and the dead girl from yesterday. What was making it harder was we had no ID on the new body. She didn’t have a wallet or purse, no driver's license, and dental records can only be used if we have a place to start. All we knew is she was between 18 and 22. Searching the missing person reports didn’t lead anywhere because no one had reported her missing, unlike Evelyn.
By Mariah Cruise5 years ago in Criminal
The Split Second Decision
Val was at her desk in the kitchen, talking on the phone with her boss, Jack. She had recently convinced him, after much cajoling, to allow her to work from a home office. Even though she lived just a block away from the business, it was proving to be a lot easier to do her job at home rather than in the confines of an office. She was trying to sound professional, and pay attention to what Jack was saying, he had called as she was putting the final touch on a proposal, and making a few personal notes in her Moleskine® Little Black Book. Jack wasn’t entirely convinced that Val could accomplish at home what she’d done in his office, and had called her as a sort of a test. Val knew that, so she tried her best to keep a professional sound to her uh-hums, as she put the Little Black Book away in a drawer, and turned the lock.
By Roxy Lentz5 years ago in Criminal
Book
Rupert Crowne had spent much of his days as the free head of a budding empire. Through business dealings, intimidation, and manipulation, he all but OWNED Imperial City. The locals knew of his underhanded dealings; but the law couldn't touch Crowne. He had lower level hoods to take the fall for actually committing his misdeeds or to shakedown politicians and businesses who sought to remain beyond his reach. Crowne's men would roam the streets and commit any number of crimes in his name; he, on technicality, kept his hands clean by remaining in his higher office and making the calls to his gang. He needed only make a few calls, keep at least most of his underlings on the streets, and reap the benefits of organized crime and political and media manipulation.
By Kent Brindley5 years ago in Criminal
Mission
“Fuck!” I shouted, I jumped out of bed and turned off my alarm that I snoozed a few too many times. I hurriedly threw on my clothes and got ready for work. I rushed downstairs, let my Aussie outside to do his business, and fed him. I got a muffin from the kitchen, slipped into my shoes, snatched up my bag, and headed for the door. “Be good while I’m gone Koda!”
By Cheyenne Oswald5 years ago in Criminal
Killing on friendly skies
The plane was finally landing in London Heathrow Airport after a two hour delay in San Francisco go figure always that fog. I was exhausted and if one more person rang there call button for another Diet Coke I was about to lose my mind . I had only about an hour to make it to my appointment . On the crew van on the way to the hotel, I took out my black notebook for the name and address and googled to see where I had to be. The rest of the crew were discussing there night antics . I was hoping to make it back for at least one drink . After arriving at the hotel and taking a shower to get off that plane smell, I was getting dressed in all black feeling like a ninja of the night . The hardest part was leaving the hotel and not being spotted by a crew member .
By Pamela Widmann5 years ago in Criminal
The Goblin with the Super Bee
Ghouls and jack-o'-lanterns lingered in the yards, their glowing faces fading in the biting winds of November 3rd. It was 1971, and while the streets still held echoes of Halloween mischief, spindly limbs of skeletal trees swaying in the breeze, dried leaves scattered like whispers, I was preparing for my final masterpiece.
By M.R. Cameo5 years ago in Criminal
