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Mr. Black
The sharp wind bit against Guy Black's exposed flesh, and the sound of screaming sirens wailed through the cold night air. He glanced out across the city from the edge of the skyrise building, ready to jump, and his eyes locked down onto the busy streets of London. Despite the time of night, the city was still alive, lit up like a beacon of light shining up to the heavens but struggling to attract the attention of God's forgiveness. Instead, the mundane lives of the public found themselves bathing in the sins of the devil. Every other street corner found itself occupied with lowlives looking for their next fix for the night and shady dealers winning off their suffering. However, the odd flower bloomed out from the chaos of tangled weeds, the beautiful rhythmic sounds of laughter, and music. The noises of the real world were a blissful distraction for what Guy was about to do.
By Robin Amor7 years ago in Criminal
Asphalt
I’m running and my breath is staggered. I don’t know where I’m going, I couldn’t even tell you if I’m going north or south. My feet feel like cinderblocks as they clamp onto the floor. It’s finally morning time and I’ve broken free. The air is icy and moist as I sprint towards a big open field. The air slaps my cheeks and stings my nose and lips with every breath I take in. I can see it just beyond the tall pine tree’s, the road. It’s still so far away, but my heart seems to thaw out of the cold depressing cage it was just trapped in. Just a bit further, I think to myself. The only flaw in my plan was leaving at dawn. I spent the past three months, living in a tent, humiliated and imprisoned.
By Rachel Jacobs7 years ago in Criminal
Murder On the Train
Winter mornings are always depressing. Dark skies, thick with fog, air so cold your breath leaves a cloud of smoke. This morning was especially depressing; I had to wake up at five AM to get the 6:30 AM train. Working in retail around Christmas completely ruins the holidays. Early mornings, long hours, rude customers. The train station seemed completely empty that morning. The sky was darker. The fog was thicker. The air so cold my fingers felt like icicles. I could barely see two foot in front of me. I checked my phone '06:25'. I reached my hands into my thick parka coat pockets in search of my headphones, but with no success. Great. I'll just have to stand in silence. Or not?
By Twisting MyMelons7 years ago in Criminal
Seconds Down
15… 14… 13… Running… Running hard, not able to stop. My heart is going a mile a minute while my legs are trying to catch up. I look over my shoulder for a brief second, and they are still on my tail. Lungs are trying to grasp a hold of the air still left, grabbing any potential oxygen to be circulated into my bloodstream. My skin is drenched; sweat floods my body like I’ve been sprayed with a water hose. It was all normal only a few moments ago…
By Jay Williams7 years ago in Criminal
Strangers in the Dark
My skirts made it ever so difficult to manage through the muddied streets. Not to mention it was night and I was stalking the very man who had just broken into my home. With every turn I feared losing his trace and being forced to start over. It was the third night this had happened and each night they went after the same thing, no matter how many times I had moved it.
By Abigail Wadsworth7 years ago in Criminal
