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Generational Curse
Clickety clack, heavy rain drops tap and splat against window panes, trash cans, and wherever else they designate to land. In apartment 862 the smell of fried Tilapia lingers. The freshly squeezed lemons do little to extinguish the strong scent. MOTHER SHADIYA is old fashioned, especially when it comes to cleaning and family gatherings. This afternoon, the Davis Family members are really in good spirits.
By Faheem The Writer7 years ago in Criminal
I Will Never Be Loved Again
If you were to tell me that one day I would be living in the woods, I would have laughed in your face and told you to piss off. I'm a city girl, who is more accustomed to spending long weekends at the mall or the movies with my friends, listening to My Chemical Romance and Green Day on end, and occasionally, helping myself to my parent's liquor cabinet while they were out of town visiting my grandma. Of course, when they came home to find me hurling over the commode and found out that it wasn't mere tummy troubles, I caught some serious hell. As a result, I was averted from ever laying hands on the Jack Daniels or Bacardi ever again. Well, that's neither here nor there, the point is that I was a typical suburban teenager seeking anything to offset the boring, vanilla redundancy which seems to infect mostly white dominant neighborhoods.
By Andrew Guerra7 years ago in Criminal
He Killed Her
I guess he didn’t realize that I’d heard him when he said it, so he just kept rambling on, but I heard him. He’d just confessed to the crime and didn’t even know it. I shifted my stance as I glanced away looking at the man in the window at the nearby McDonald’s. He nodded. He heard him too. Good, we had everything we needed then.
By shaneikiyaz7 years ago in Criminal
Cold Coffee
FIVE YEARS PAST “Hey Trudy, come on down and guard the shower for me ok?” Dana asked her roommate. “Girl, I’m watching tv! Can’t you go on your own just once?” Trudy had grown impatient with these requests, she had to stay and make sure no one went into the shower area when Dana was in there. Dana’s Iowa farm upbringing didn’t prepare her for life in a large dorm with an open shower and bath area. Dana was uncomfortable about being nude in front of others so she showered late at night.
By Hilary Miminguaquay7 years ago in Criminal
Rape
My eyes flickered open like a light switch. My hand curled around something soft and fluffy, looking down I see a pillow. My senses register that the soft material below me is a bed. I begin to search the room in blind confusion, then it dawns on me. I’m in someone’s bedroom and I shouldn’t be. Courtney and I were at Dianna’s then we left and went clubbing at her cousins’ bar down town. We didn’t drink, Dianna made sure of that herself. Wait, where is—
By shaneikiyaz8 years ago in Criminal
Lydia
Lydia I picked Lydia up at 7:00 PM sharp. We rode in silence for the duration of the twenty-minute drive to the designated spot: the luxurious estate of our boss, the esteemed Mr. Beverly Hoult. His two-story home was nestled picturesquely into the mountainside. Parking in front of the house directly across the street, as she instructed, we could clearly see into the great dining room through the expansive front window of the lower level.
By Eva A. Schellinger8 years ago in Criminal
Adam Raised a Cain
The wipers moved with concerning ferocity, urging away the plummeting rain, determined to keep the windshield clear, even if it meant sacrificing themselves in doing so. The rain had been continuous, relentless, for fifty miles. Victor drove in silence, too preoccupied with keeping the worst from his mind to bother with the radio. He sighed and rolled a cigarette with his right hand, an art he had been practicing since his fifteenth birthday when his own father had continued the tradition of parental negligence. Victor had no patience for any tobacco that wasn’t whole leaf. He put the cigarette in the corner of his mouth and chewed the end without lighting it. Victor was in the third month of quitting tobacco products, though he no longer inhaled smoke, the taste of it was something he would never give up.
By Ryder Pittz8 years ago in Criminal
Sweet Revenge of the Pregnant Kind (Pt. 1)
In a world where most children are illegitimate and advanced education is for the high and lofty, there is one who will serve life as his teacher, for he is the vessel of knowledge. He does not succumb to the temptations of being swept by the river, for he knows very well, he is already cool enough.
By Snookeronidjon8 years ago in Criminal
Loving the Loveless Pt. 7
August 27, 2018 at 4:00pm MUSC, Charleston, SC Detective Derek Kyle He stood outside Brianna's private hospital room watching Dr. Sebastian Kane talk with her. For all that the doctor had blown into the trauma ward with all the force of a hurricane in human form, Brianna hadn't seemed afraid of him which was odd because everyone else on the floor seemed to avoid making so much as accidental eye contact with him. Everyone from police officers to civilians visiting loved ones gave Dr. Kane a wide berth that wasn't entirely born of fear or the look of murder he'd had when he'd arrived before he'd seen Brianna was alive with his own eyes.
By Rhys B. Crabtree8 years ago in Criminal
