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The First One
The Last One I sat at the table, waiting patiently for the cop to walk in. For the questions to start. Why did I do it? How many? When, where, what time? I wasn’t afraid. I knew what I’d done. I knew it was wrong. I knew none of them deserved it. That it should have been him, and only him. But when it came to him, I couldn’t. The interrogator walked in then. He was tall, handsome, clean shaven, had unmistakable green eyes, a confident stride, as if he knew exactly what he was doing. His hair was long for a man but not too long and he never looked at the ground, always straight at me. Straight into my piercing grey eyes. Making sure I knew he was in charge, not me. I had no control. I turned myself in, making it clear I was putting my life in their hands.
By Alyssa Martin8 years ago in Criminal
Escape
You walked in and my world stopped. Not in the good way that you'd think. Not because I was so in love with you that setting my eyes on you once again would make me melt in your presence. It stopped, because I had finally escaped you and now... now you found me. You didn't lay your eyes on me yet as I pressed myself into the booth of the diner. You were slowly looking around and I knew if I make a dash for it at that moment, I would be caught for sure. I glanced around for a low key escape route, every other glance I would look at you. Your face slowly started to reach my section, I could see the scowl on your face and eyebrows furrowed as you concentrated, searching for me. I only had a matter of seconds before you'd finally see me. Desperately, I slid under the table out of sight from at least where you were standing. I took a few deep breaths and closed my eyes, focusing on the sounds around me, trying to calm myself down. Through the clinking of silverware on plates, lively chatter, and sizzling of the grill, I hear you, your footsteps as they approach my table. I quickly open my eyes and see your shadow from the sun shining through the window come into view. I tuck my feet as close to my body as possible, hoping that you didn't know I was there. As you slowly passed by my table, I could feel my shoulders get less tense and I knew I had to make a run for it. I got down on my knees and peaked out to see where you were, to make sure I had enough time to make it to my car and go. You were still strolling down the aisle slowly. I quickly slid myself out from under the table and ran towards the door, not looking back. I ran quickly to my car, unlocking it as I scurried through the parking lot. I heard the diner door open and shut quickly and fast footsteps behind me. As I reached my car I swung open the door and threw myself in before slamming the door shut and locking it. I placed the key in the ignition and started the engine, quickly throwing my car into reverse and backing out, hoping no one was behind me. I backed out and started racing through the parking lot. When I reached the exit, I saw you for the last time standing in the middle of the only way in/out of the parking lot, smirking at me. I knew in your head you were thinking that you had won, because you always did in the past, that I wouldn't dare hit you with my car, even if that meant going back to your hurtful hands and harsh words. I wouldn't do it because I am weak, a coward, stupid, but you were awfully wrong. I slowly lifted my foot off the break and before even blinking I slammed my foot on the gas and accelerated forward. You didn't have time to think before the front end of my car came crashing into your body, throwing you over my car and onto the asphalt. With tears in my eyes, I was the only one smiling now as I sped out of the parking lot.
By Skyler Blasingame8 years ago in Criminal
The Green Hat
The water seeped enticingly through the woman’s toes as she waited for night to fall and the moon to peek out from behind the dark gray clouds. Her dyed pink hair was slightly wet from the heavy mist that had descended on her way to the lake, but it was quickly drying from the heavy wind. She probably should return soon, but the moon was so beautiful at the lake, it was worth a possible soaking.
By Emily Pierce8 years ago in Criminal
Thirty Minutes
Thirty minutes. Half an hour. One thousand, eight hundred seconds. It can fly by, or it can be the longest amount of time. My wife and I were visiting relatives for the holidays. It was a cold, snowy December morning. My wife had gone shopping with my grandmother, and my grandfather had asked me to pick up his briefcase from his office. I put the address in my GPS and made the trip across town.
By Linda Belcher8 years ago in Criminal
Sofia: Part 5
Sofia woke up with a massive headache pounding through her skull. She wondered where it had originated because she hadn't been drinking last night with Daviel. In fact, the last thing she remembered was him passing out on top of her before her mind went dark.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Criminal
Ronaldo Venuti: An American Mob Story (Part 1)
New York, New York; the city that never sleeps. A place that has welcomed millions of people from all over the world. People that have left their homes and their families behind in hopes of creating a new life in a new place. The idea of America is the idea of prosperity and freedom. For all these people, their ideas and dreams fuel their hard work and determination that one day they achieve their American dream. Unfortunately, for some, a new life means a low paying job, and run-down apartments with little hope of a better life, as is the case for the Venuti family; that is, until they have a run in with the mob.
By Sean Powers8 years ago in Criminal
Icarus Fell
It’s probably almost ten o’clock on a Tuesday in late April. I sit at my desk finishing the final bit of a joint I’d rolled. I roll a second one and watch an episode of a show I’ve seen twice, at least. My window looks out over a stretch of road between two dorm rooms, and I spend ample time watching other students walking up or down, alone or together, quiet or yelling. Sober or not. It’s in that moment, when a quiet student walks up the hill, when the dialogue of the show barely piques my attention, when I truly realize I am truly stoned, that my phone begins to ring.
By Harper Estey8 years ago in Criminal
Death in the Air
June 18th 2002, five days after my last kill. My targets had become so easy that I no longer have to plan how to kill them, I just show up and it was done. My targets left themselves wide open like a back door, it’s no wonder they’re dead with no witnesses.
By NaMa Blaque8 years ago in Criminal
The Stranger Next Door (Pt. 2)
My best friend, Emilia, immediately jumped up on our kitchen counter, in order to try and see out of our window, over the fence, and into his. On her knees on our draining board, craning her neck, she still couldn't see. Next thing I knew she was standing on our windowsill behind the kitchen sink. I'm pretty sure the amount of alcohol and weed she had taken in had made her feel like this was a good idea.
By Sophia Merici8 years ago in Criminal
The Stranger Next Door (Pt. 1)
When we first viewed the house we now live in, next door was in such a state we assumed it was derelict. There were boards at the windows, you couldn't see the front door for overgrowth, and the local people had decided to use the front garden as a flytipping point.
By Sophia Merici8 years ago in Criminal
My Brother, The Psycho
Part One: The Cat When we were younger, my brother killed a cat. Well, he technically stoned it to death. When we look back on the memory, we laugh. But when I contemplate on the event alone, I don’t laugh because honestly, it’s pretty weird. We lived in a building complex where there were many stray cats. School was canceled that day due to a snow storm from the night before so that obliviously meant our entire day was going to be spent outside. My mother told me to watch my brother while we played outside which was stupid because I was only two years older than him and I clearly didn’t supervise him well enough. I asked her who would watch me while I played and she said, “You don’t need anyone to watch you,” and she shut the door. At first, nothing psychotic happened, just two siblings rolling in the snow, throwing snow balls and making snow angels. Typical childhood memories were being made and all seemed well. It was one of those moments where you wished it would last forever. As I laid on the ground, I dreamt about flying with the snowflakes. It was just a perfect day. Then I heard the first cry.
By Ediye Redzepi8 years ago in Criminal
Control
The only sound that could be heard was the never ending chirping of crickets, the rustling of the too tall grass as it moved with the wind, and the whisper of the running water. The air was heavy with humidity and the night sky seemed higher without the pollution of the neighborhood lights. If Bryce Massett held his breath and kept still, he could swear he didn’t exist; there was nothing but the wind, Willow Creek, and the wildlife that always seemed to find him no matter how invisible he was.
By Damien Hoffman8 years ago in Criminal
