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HALLUCINATION
SAM: "Sam, wake up." I heard my mom calling my sleeping soul in her sluggi voice. "Wake up kid, someone is at the door". The bell rang again. This time I gathered all my courage and got off the bed. I pushed my body to walk to the door, with partially opened eyes. The rain was pouring heavily outside, with the roar of thunder. I opened the door.
By Kartik Pawar5 years ago in Criminal
The Ripper Case
Nightfall came, pouring rain beat against a decade-old black Charger. The rain, fell hard and fast, making it hard to see through the window. With all the dings, the dented front fender, and rust spots on the rear, nobody knew this was an off-duty vehicle. In the darkness of night, beneath heavy rain, nobody noticed the lone detective sitting there, hunting a serial killer known as The Ripper.
By Jason Ray Morton 5 years ago in Criminal
Hell is Hard to Find
He hadn’t laid eyes on her in over a year. No one had, really. But that seems to be common considering the circumstances under which she had departed--gone without a trace and for no apparent reason. This tends to disturb the people closest to you, in this case a longtime lover, and can hardly be considered a welcome exit strategy.
By Ben Parsons5 years ago in Criminal
The Chip
Please let her be here. Please let her be here. Please let her be here. I grabbed the chrome door handle, looked up from my silent prayer and through the glass door to breathe a sigh of relief. She was here. Thank God. The other female guard behind the front desk was a wildebeest compared to her. Then again, most women are wildebeests when compared to this six foot two-inch stack of deliciousness with ample talents, massive rear cushions and curves in all the right places. To think that she puts all of that and her long, flowing black hair into a rent-a-cop uniform every day is a shame.
By Anthony Hall5 years ago in Criminal
The Office
James Wright rests his head against his hands while scratching his short black hair under his grey security guard cap. He pays half attention to the twenty monitors in front of him. James stares at the monitors and shakes his head, letting out another deep sigh. As his eyelids get heavier and heavier and his head begins to slide off his right hand, he’s saved by the vibrations of his cell phone. James snaps his head up and blinks a couple of times, trying to clear his vision. His phone practically dances in front of him, flashing “Melissa” on the screen repeatedly.
By Anthony Hall5 years ago in Criminal
Smile At The End Of The Road
It feels like I’ve been traveling down this winding road forever. The darkness of night has long since overtaken the light of day and the light from the full moon is shrouded by the dark gray thunderclouds looming overhead. The rain’s been falling for hours now, soaking through my black hooded sweatshirt and black jeans, making my clothes stick to my skin. The water pooling on the obsidian asphalt is seeping further into my brown leather boots with every aching step I take, and the chilling night air isn’t helping matters any. I’ve lost count of the number of cars that have passed me by, but I’d say it’s the same as the amount of raindrops that have fallen from the clouds above.
By Anthony Hall5 years ago in Criminal
A Better Life
Jason stretched out on the living room sofa as a slight yawn escaped his mouth. The baseball game wore him out. It was boiling outside. Yesterday, the temperature reached up to one hundred degrees, and it was not even mid-June. Outside, the sun beat down on the small town of Lorena with unrelenting fury. The hot desert winds that swept into the West Texas town brought painful stinging clouds of dust. In the summer months, most afternoons were free of children playing, who, like Jason, sought refuge in the safety of their homes.
By Eddie Dollgener5 years ago in Criminal
