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Prison Bliss
Juan wakes violently with a vision of a barn owl trying to tell him something. Struggling to remember, wondering why he is locked up 1000 miles away from family and friends having to fight strange enemies. Indians that look like his homies move in mysterious ways like ghosts and demons staring back at him in the mirror of his third eye.
By Clarence Bell III5 years ago in Criminal
The Unknowing Night Owl
He was running. God, he was running so fast. “Have I always ran this fast?” It’s been 2 years and 11 months since Marcus had seen anything else outside his two man cell and the occasional time spent outside in the yard. Serving a ten year sentence for manslaughter, Marcus, or “Night Owl” as his cellie liked to call him due to the fact that he was up late every late, had been devising up a plan to break out of prison and head south. Just south. No actual plan beyond escaping, and getting as far away as his feet would take him. Maybe he’ll change his identity and get a job as a cook in a night club somewhere in Tampa. Maybe he’ll run into someone at said night club and score a good paying job as a roofer or something. He was good with his hands, and aside from being a fantastic cook, he was also a skilled craftsman. He wasn’t worried about the struggle of what came next. Just getting the hell away from Powhatan Correctional Center.
By Charity Faye Alexander5 years ago in Criminal
The Escape
I looked out the window as we were driving past tree after tree going up the windy path. The ascent was steep. As the car climbed the mountain road, I felt my ears begin to clog; I placed yet another piece of gum in my mouth to chew. This was all new to me. I lived my entire life in the city. I already missed it. It was nice knowing that I could rely on cell service for GPS. Or even a taxi. I was told the nearest bus station was about a mile and a half away. Out here, it was just more dirt and trees. I once took an English class where people spent their time writing about how beautiful nature is. They called it romance. I don’t see what is so romantic about getting bit by mosquitos. When we passed by yet another owl, I was reminded how little I knew about animals. All I was used to were the city rats that skirmished throughout the tunnels of the underground city. We took another bend in the road.
By Chris Wall5 years ago in Criminal
Black Mass
Chapter 1: In a small but chaotic town lived two peculiar boys who began their own youth gang. They called themselves “The Good Samaritans.” They looked harmless on the outside, but their inside operations were anything but. It sparked a new wave of teenager activities throughout the city.
By Leonardo Pizzolato5 years ago in Criminal
Initiation
Tom diverged from his usual path home from work. Normally, he would exit the glass doors, making sure to hold it open for any cute coworkers leaving at the same time. He worked at the publishing house for seven years now, working his way up to an Editor-in-Chief position, of which there were only four. He had several employees working under him, but of course, there were still more above. Regardless, he had advanced along his career path, always coming home with the intentions of working on his own novel. But, after feeding his nine year old cat, Greg, walking on the treadmill for thirty minutes, and preparing supper, he was in no mood to continue the story of Hernando’s rebels in the Spanish plains. He had good intentions.
By Nick Bucci5 years ago in Criminal
The Truth Within
Pacing back and forth, Donny walked around his elaborate apartment. His penthouse apartment looked over the lively night life of Panalli, the city where he lives a double life. By day he’s Donny Willborough, prestige lawyer of Panalli City. But when night cascades over the sky, he’s what everyone know as MK, or Masked Knight, the super hero of the city.
By Irierica Washington 5 years ago in Criminal
The Trouble With Bernie
The Trouble with Bernie Dearest Marksmen of Historical Accuracy, Campbell River, it must be noted, is almost as far away from anything as a person can get in North America. It's not as far away as say, Horsefly, or Castlegar, or Duncan, and not nearly as far away as Fair Harbour; yet if we are being honest, which in all honesty we hope very much to be accepted as such, Campbell River is not as close to anything as Vancouver is, certainly light years away from Kelowna's proximity to any and all action, to say nothing of Kamloops and Prince George.
By H. Robert Mac5 years ago in Criminal
One Night
A door slammed, echoing down the long hallway, to a bedroom on the back of the house! Startled, Phoebe awakens quickly from a deep sleep. What was that?! A door slammed – someone is in her house! Quietly, she climbs out of bed and walks down the long hallway toward the front of the house, knowing it like the back of her hand, she easily moves through the inky darkness. An odd clinking sound and several short light flashes greet her, as she rounds the corner into the Dining room/Living room area. The outside dust-to-dawn light shines through the dining room windows illuminating the dark silhouette of a man standing there!
By Merrie Jackson5 years ago in Criminal
