Donte To In: A Short Story

A guy with no remorse of the death of his ex-wife writes a book about hypothetically killing her and evidence points to him and he walks. Nicole had numerous reports of telling a close friend and a therapist she feared that OJ would kill her one day. She even had her sister take pictures of bruises where he had hit her so she would have proof because, “The public thinks he’s a hero who can do no

Ernie has always been a little messed up, he has lived in Missouri for the 32 long years of his life. On the day that changed his life forever, November 22, 1996. Him and his family were driving to the mall and they got into an accident. His Mom and Dad both died and Ernie was very depressed. He got the notes, of what made the car accident happen, an inspection failure with the Engine. He did not know what to do with his life. He almost committed suicide, but then out of rage, the decided he was going to make the person who caused the car accident. He went searching for months, and finally came to the conclusion that the person that last assessed the car was Eddie Thompson.

After stroking his chin a few times, Michael leaned in closer to the man in a way that demanded his undivided attention.

There once was a girl named Bailey, she was known for her rich family. She lived with both her parents and her three siblings; Alexander, Christian and Dominic. Alexander, 20, was the oldest of the siblings. Christian and Dominic, 19, were twin brothers. Although they were identical twins and looked so much alike, you could differentiate between them. Christian always acted like a buffoon anywhere the family would go. Sometimes he would use his silliness to get a girl. On the other hand, Dominic always kept to himself, he would give people a baleful look when they stare or try to start a conversation with him.

Don accused of shooting his girlfriend in 2011 while his children were asleep upstairs. Don, married twice had custody of all four of his children since his latest divorce in 2009 he was their sole provider, no domestic violence in his background testifying at the trial he was afraid of the "victim" ,sworn affidavits can prove her past of violence and abuse. Family and friends believe Don is innocent. Relying on testimony not real evidence, the case created by a prosecutor looking to fill a vacated office aided by the woman who was out of the hospital in two hours with a band-aid saying Don did not do anything. I did because he was leaving me. We can prove

As Father's Day was coming up, Susie decided to take her daughter to the local shopping center to find an amazing gift. Penny, the daughter, strutted down the stairs in high heels and in a sparkly fancy dress. She looked like a movie star ready to walk the red carpet. The mother looked in confusion but did not say a word, the two hours it took Penny to get ready left the mother in a state of annoyance and longing for the errand to be taken care of.

Sol’s apartment was cluttered with an overabundance of evidence of his unusual art. His kitchen was stuffed to the brim with herbs. Ranging from mundane, like cinnamon, to the more extravagant. Stones and crystals sat in windows, hung above the door, and strangely enough, a light pink crystal sat in the coffee pot when not in use. His witchcraft was even evident in the things he drank and the things he ate. Every morning his coffee was infused with his witchcraft, a pinch of basil, when his check didn’t cover the bills, a dash of nutmeg when his relationship was on the rocks. He never cooked without intent, sauteing only clockwise, making sure to never add herbs that would harm. If he was gifting cookies to a couple he

One sunny fall morning with no wind and the sound of the birds chirping and the blaring of the news my mom’s water broke. “Jade and Jake let's go.” Vroom” off we go to the hospital. I wonder will today be a good day or a bad day?

One night had passed since the alpha incident in the school. I was still terrified. The feeling of dread had never passed, it was still there; settled in my stomach reminding me of how horrible this whole situation truly was. The worst thing was though that Derek's body was never recovered. The Sheriff had come over to see my dad and they'd spoke in his office for a long time. Stiles had been the one to tell me frantically through text.

like i said i did not have time to argue,but i just didn't want to be rude only because he was being nice to me like a regular cashier should be.

This is the day I left my wife to rule the underworld. The day I found out that my beautiful companion was a witch. This is how the day started. I awoke to the sound of the shower running and the smell of roses in the air, the smell of roses must have been her perfume. I layed up in our bed wandering just wondering how this day was going to go. A few minutes later I heard the shower being turned off. Then my beautiful wife Sarah came out of the bathroom wearing a towel on her head a nice blouse and a nice pair of slacks and her wedding ring that symbolizes our commitment and compassion we have for one another. Then a look of confusion came upon Sarah’s face.

Tick, Tock, chimes my life clock. The peal of every second’s sound passing through my ears like the background music from a movie on the big screen. Constant… white noise. As I sit back and recall the situations I've encountered in this peculiar life of mine, I come to the realisation that my clock has almost struck twelve. My time is almost up.

[Y/N] shifts her [color] eyes in the direction of her best friend, Hiro. While reading her lips as she did a begging gesture, [Y/N] sighed. She was nearly done her test. All she had to do now was bubble in the last answer on the last page. Afterwards, she planned to take a nice nap, but that was ruined by Hiro, who expressed a sad face. Upon agreeing, [Y/N] glanced at the teacher, who was quite engaged with his nonfiction book. Returning the look to Hiro, [Y/N] asked as low as possible, “What do you need help on?”

The smokey air of Modesto California mimicked most other places in Cali, thick with pollution and smog, and near constant raining, making the earth a sloppy mess. A difference between Modesto and the other various bustling cities of California, was that it was far from bustling. In fact, it was mostly farmland and quaint streets, filled with local businesses and street markets. It shared its surroundings with various other small and pointless towns, much like it’s own, and San Francisco was the closest recognizable name on the map.

The machine sizzled as it lifted up from the large sheet of freshly printed $10 bills. I screamed out in pain from the heat of the printer but no one seemed to hear me. I averted my eyes to my chest and yelped with delight. I’m a $10 bill! In my past life I was a $1, who wants to be a $1? I had always wanted to be a $10 bill, it had Alexander Hamilton on it. In my past life I was lost under my owner’s bed and wasn’t found for years. She was a big fan of the musical and played the soundtrack almost 24/7 so I was very familiar with it and had always envied the $10 bills. I was overjoyed and wondered if any of the bills beside me had the same feelings.