Guilty_Lovers in Crime_A Room of Our Own_A Long Night's Stroll
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Guilty
Summer watched the sunrise above the trees just before she cranked her Toyota Camry and went to her grandmother’s. Her grandmother lived right around the corner from the University and always got up just before first light. Summer got out of the car and banged on the porch door. She could see Granny looking through the curtains. Granny opened the door. “What you want?" Summer smiled. "Some tea would be good. “Come on in. I think you need more than tea. But maybe my special formula will knock some sense into you.” Summer sat down at Granny’s oak table while her grandmother opened the refr...
Lovers in Crime
It’s 4am in the morning and there’s a burning house in Portland, Oregon. It’s early Spring, 1980. Just a couple of runaways, a young Shag and a young Lisa holding hands and they walk away from their burning house. Lisa, is 17 years old, short light brown hair with hazel green eyes. Her boyfriend, Shag, is also 17 years old, long dark brown hair with light blue eyes. They leave the classic hood type of neighborhood with the green curvy streets. The two were leaving to make their way over to the docks in Portland to find a way to get on the SS. Wilde’s Cruise Ship. Shag with a devilish smirk ...
A Room of Our Own
The room was empty now. I had been a guest there for quite a few days. More like a month. More than a single room, it had been like a suite or a small apartment. It had been almost like home, except it wasn't. None of my friends or family had been given the address, although nobody writes letters any more, so just say I didn't have an address where junk mail and bills could be delwww.onedoor.ccivered. It was still like home. There was a reason for that, but it might be hard to understand.None of that mattered, because I was no longer there. My time there had been predetermined by others, regarding both my a...
A Long Night's Stroll
Every few minutes a car passed by the front window of Emilee’s darkened apartment, their headlamps lighting up the space despite being obscured by the falling rain. And every few minutes, Emilee feels a dull wave of pain in her lower abdomen, as if a single giant fist is slowing squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing. With a grimace, Emilee stands up with a hand on her stomach, and slowly makes her way from the window to pillage the medicine cabinet recessed in to the wall of her bathroom.At 4am on a Saturday morning, Emilee would much prefer to be cocooned in her bed, with her cat, ...