Stories tagged “gang”
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Life's Basic Needs
The peach cobbler was sweet, much like his hasty retreat from the scene of the robbery. He had to get rid of the jewels faster than he’d devoured the pie. He’d made sure to steal only one ring, one necklace, and one set of diamond earrings ...
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Read In A Cockney Accent, Part 1
First of all, you have to realise something. The three of us are in it for the money, like anyone else. But we never do jobs over a certain size. If some fucking idiot rips off a bank for a cool million, you’d better believe that it’s going...
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Let 'Em Keep It
It’s on fire. How did that happen? I walk slowly across the street, staring. My car. On fire? Makes no sense… Wait… “Those. Punks.” Standing there, laughing, pointing. Gas can by their feet. Aren’t even getting wet. ...
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Fact and Fiction
-FACT*-* It was only eight thirty when they took me. This is the part I don’t remember. -ANOTHER FACT*-* I was only gone two hours, but yet I was still missed by my mother. I told, too. I told Vivi first, made her promise not to tell. But she st...
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Fulcrum
Blade stared at him. I looked on, my eyes darting from Joe to Blade, to Blade’s gang, and back again. Joe was gambling, I knew. At any moment, one of them might simply think, “fuck you”, make a stupid move, and sooner or later, people...
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The Dark Child
Bullets flew up from the street, whipping their way through the rain towards Melia and her sister. Words of derision followed the lead maelstrom but lost meaning in the wind. Hands and face pale with fear, Melia gripped the metal supports to the sign a...
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Rising
“It’s done, Malik,” I murmured. “The cops will be here any minute.” He glowered at me— crying? Pissed. “What are you going to do?” He bellowed. “What the hell are you gonna do without me?” I l...
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The Art of Making Fists with Hands
He keeps his fingernails long, to feel the way they bite into his palms. Eight crescent-shaped scars are there. Each knuckle cracks audibly against the squeezed pressure. The world condenses into seven unpunished faces. All too bold, cocky. The rest of...
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"Where are you going?"
Three older kids fanned menacingly out around a bony kid with curly orange hair. “Now you’re gonna get it, Red.” Piggy Orderv said. He was the leader of his little gang for two reasons: cruelty and weight. He was a mean bastard that l...