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When You're the Line
I jerked back around the corner and slammed myself against the wall, my breath catching in my throat. Directly in front of me was a closed dumpster. It stank. I need a mask. I looked to my left. It was a dead end. I wished that I knew the streets better and made a mental note to study the inner-city maps if I ever made it back to HQ.
By Amber Lee6 years ago in Criminal
Family Patriarch
I was 21 when I first met my killer... Hi my name is Harry Gregory-Underwood, I’m a Junior at Oxford University majoring in Law. When I graduate, I want to become a Criminal Lawyer and work for the top Law Firm here in Britechester,England, Person & Person Inc. I was found dead in a ditch at Sanderson Park by my dear roommate, Tabias Ferguson at exactly 2am on March 4th near a brothel called Slooshes.
By Taeja Williams6 years ago in Criminal
The lost monocle
Our story takes us back, back farther than we dare to wonder, to the start of the 18th century. It's a dark misty night on the banks of lake Serpentine, the fog drags across the lake like a lost ghostly mother searching for her lost wanderlings. The moonlight hides an eery feeling of lust and despair of 18th century London. In the distance, a light comes crawling closer. It's Elizabeth, a young beautiful redheaded maiden making her way back from a long night's work at the Rusty Raven In where she does everything from cleaning rooms to cleaning tombs. The lantern is dangling at a slight angle showing her tiredness but is moving faster showing her urge to get home and fall in her dusty old splintered bed.
By Jean-Pierre6 years ago in Criminal
The Experiment
Chicago; the city I'd come to call home. It wasn't the most ideal place in The United States, and like all major cities Chicago had it's share of problems. It was, however, the only city on earth that made me feel like I was contributing to something bigger than myself. With how quickly the world was picking itself back up, just two years after the China pandemic, Chicago had seen a number of disasters it was trying to repair itself from; economic disaster, high murder rates, riots, thousands of arrests, escalated numbers of homelessness, children orphaned before they were able to crawl. One could go on forever about how many other similar disasters were happening.
By Jennifer Soldner6 years ago in Criminal
Shadows
It was a dark, cold night in London. She got onto the tube at Mile End station, clutching onto her handbag as she walked down the carriage to an empty seat, she crossed her legs and unbuttoned her jacket, putting her bag on the empty seat beside her. Her big beady eyes scanned her surroundings, looking at each and every passenger on their late-night journeys from work. Her hair was tied up in a bun above her head and she wore one of those basic blue surgical masks that most people have at least one of nowadays.
By Ben Keir6 years ago in Criminal
The Dragon
Clicking on the keys sounded with an echo in the dimly lit shell of a room. A twin bed, with slept in sheets and thin pillow filled one wall. A book shelf and desk filled the other side of the room. The rest was bare, not lived in. This room as a whole, barely lived in, almost deserted. Rain fell down in large droplets outside, banging against the windows in a fury. The glass creates a fog, as his hands glide across the keys as a pianist does a finely tuned piano. He looks up and in a daze walks over to the window wiping away the condensation with a torn bloody sleeve. Walking back he sits at the desk and sighs before typing again.
By Katelyn Doner 6 years ago in Criminal
Valencia Chasen
She laid her head on the window watched the world pass by through the glass covered in raindrops. Her headphones tucked comfortably in her ears as the song 'Vanilla Baby by Billie Marten' lulled her mind. She glanced at her mother in the driver's seat who had been clutching the wheel so hard that her knuckles were white. It was a new day, a new town, everything felt okay. 'But for how long' she thought to herself as she stared back out the window.
By W h o e v e r c a r e s6 years ago in Criminal
Saturn in Retrograde I 1:2, 1:3
Note: I wrote Saturn in Retrograde in 2004, based loosely on the Columbine High School massacre. At the time, school shootings and mass-casualty shooting events were rare. Sixteen years on, they have become all too common. I feel the novel is somewhat prophetic in thatregard. At any rate, it's a real thrill-ride for the reader, the story of a young man and his hostages to fortune on one fast, sexy and ultimately tragic night of violence and bloodshed.
By Tom Baker6 years ago in Criminal
Saturn in Retrograde I 1:1
Note: the following post is taken from the novel Saturn in Retrograde, which I wrote in 2004. It is part 1, chapter 1. Part One
By Tom Baker6 years ago in Criminal
Saturn in Retrograde I Prolog
Note: I wrote Saturn in Retrograde in 2004, in one white-hot week of insoiration. Back then, the subject of violence and mass-casualty shooting incidents was very rare. Over a decade later, it is, alas, all-too-common. This novel was based on a school shooting tragedy of the period. It has become, in our era, I feel a novel that was strangely prophetic. But, you'll have to decided. I plan on posting the various chapters seperately.
By Tom Baker6 years ago in Criminal
The Job
Eight months, one week, four days, three hours, fifty-four minutes, and twenty-four seconds. That is how long it has been since the last job. Eight wonderful, peaceful months. Each day just as calm and quit as the last. My daily routine was simply really. 4:30 am, wake up. Run five miles, come back to the apartment, have breakfast. At 7 am go for a shower, arrive at the local coffee shop at 9 am. Enjoy two cups of coffee, read local Paper. At 12 noon, order lunch, the local favorite of grilled ham and cheese with buttered bread, and a third cup of coffee, eat. Take a nice stroll through the local running trails. At one point in time the hidden bodies would bother me, but they only calm my nerves now as I walk. And be back at the at the apartment by 3 pm. Prepared dinner, simple meat and veggie side dish. Clean all dishes. Clean the whole apartment from top to bottom. Take a shower and be in bed by 8 pm. Nothing every change. That is until today, upon getting home, a figure covered from head to toe in black tactical gear is waiting. I take a second to scan the area, as I grab the nearby vase and smash it into the intruder’s head. They draw a knife; I grab their wrist and use my elbow to snap their arm. Using my free hand, I catch the knife. Using all my strength I shove it into the left side of the attacker’s head. the Lifeless body now hits the floor. Opening my coat closet I pull out my silenced cult 45 and check the rest of the apartment. As I clear it the landline rings. Upon picking it up and placing it up to my ear, the snappy voice on the other end stated one thing, “we need you again, Silverstone.” And the line goes dead. I sigh heavily and set to work, five minutes later I head out. As I make my way north two blocks, an explosion can be heard. I turn back to glance and see the apartment complex has caught fire, I grin and head forward to the next job.
By MrzWriter 6 years ago in Criminal
The Bitter Truth
An undistinguishable chatter filled the room. Someone was speaking on the Secret Service’s earpiece and he listened intently while touching his right ear. Then, he looked at both women and they gave him their undivided attention.
By Ed Silva6 years ago in Criminal