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Running
Jenniffer was scared and alone, she knew he was looking for her, she knew if he found her, hell would be paid. Jenniffer kept running, she had to find somewhere to hide! She was getting tired, not just mentally but also physically. She had been running away from him for so long she didn't even truly know if he was still following her. Jennnifer had stayed with friends for a few weeks here and there, but never stayed long, he was paying people to be her friends, to try and either get her killed or put in jail under pretense. It was nothing for him to drop a grand or more, just to torment her. She knew this, she knew it all too well when she ran away from him just months ago. and now her she was running down the street, no one to help her, running and alone. She came to a corner, and just to the left, a dinner was open! Yes! a public place, if he finds me here, someone can help, or at least she was hopeful. Jennifer ran as fast as she could to the doors of the establishment. When she got to the doors, she barely looked before entering. An action she would soon regret. She burst through the door, almost soon as she did that she was instantly filled with regret. How could she be so stupid? She should have known. Why would any eating establishment be open at this hour unless he was connected in some way, Sure enough, there was his right-hand goon. Jenniffer froze. Her eyes began to scan the room, that's when she realized, it had all been a cat and mouse game, she was the mouse and she couldn't escape. Jennifer turned to run back out the door but it was too late. His goons had her surrounded. She suddenly felt the cloth over her mouth, from behind her. She managed a little struggle, but the drug in the cloth knocked her out almost immediately. It all happened so fast, they had her now and there was no telling what he would have in store for her. Jennifer found herself almost welcoming the death that faced her, at least all the running and all the fear would be gone. She wouldn't have to deal with this any-more. The feeling of death became even more inviting. Little did she know, This was not her end.. yet.
By Alison Blanco5 years ago in Criminal
Crash: Flame Warriors MC
Chapter 1 Crash "Where have you've been cutie?" A voice asks me but I would know that voice from anywhere. "What do you want Damnation?" I ask him irritated. I had my back to him because I was in the back of the bar. As soon as I saw him walk into the bar I knew I had to sneak out the back. I couldn't face him, mostly because his damn blue eyes were so cute. I can't betray my club for falling for this guy. I can't lose my family, my club, my brothers. All for what, a fling! Damnation is the only guy I have ever been attracted to, so maybe this will go away and I don't have to try...
By TiJah Writes5 years ago in Criminal
The True Mafias Daughter
Chapter one: Hello, My name Is Lethona Goodright and this is my story. Some people would wonder what is the hardest thing in life, some would say "when I had to start living on my own" or "when my parents died". I personally would say the hardest thing was coming of age for my fathers use. My father is Nethanal Goodright, the Mafia boss of little town Finoshia, Kansas. Nobody would think that this town would be that connected but it is. My father has connections through out the the US and the world.
By Aubrie Anderson5 years ago in Criminal
The perfect storm
Hello everyone! Happy Spooktober. I can't believe that it's already mid-October and Halloween is already around the corner. I decided to write a thriller type of story that I had a dream about a few months back. Before I start this story, just wanted to disclose that all names used aside from my own have been changed for the privacy and respect of those involved.
By Pearl Choe5 years ago in Criminal
After the rain
After the rain the city smelled not of hope, nor spring- this city was not like most cities, instead it smelled of death, decay. Its odour reflected the inhabitant. Junkies, prostitutes and desperate working classes struggling for survival within invisible borders.
By Dorrie Mack5 years ago in Criminal
The Memoirs of a Psychopath
Chase slowly pulled the key from the ignition with a loud painful grunt. “I don’t want to be here.” He thought to himself. Deep down however, Chase knew that if he wasn’t here, his planning would never be complete. He always took mental notes of what his therapist told him to do, and he did the exact opposite of that. Early on, she had ordered him to count up to ten when he got upset and felt like he was losing control. Deliberately, he counted down from ten and waited to see how long it would take after that for him to snap. Currently, it's been three years since the last time that he counted down from ten.
By Matthew Easter5 years ago in Criminal
The Memoirs of a Psychopath
Author's Note: Hello! Before I get into the first part of this fictional endeavor, I'd like to tell you more about the story before you read. This story follows a young man who is dealing with inner demons that push him more towards the brink of insanity before he finally snaps and goes off the deep end. If you like what I write here, please be sure to continue reading as I will be posting a new chapter every other day. I will also be starting another thread in the horror section following the strange encounters of a prison guard. Thanks! I hope you enjoy.
By Matthew Easter5 years ago in Criminal
