Tag: crime fiction
group name: crimewritinghole
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October 10, 2007 12:22 PM EDT --
Tim Wallace entered the room. It had a beige motif which included everything from a chair, the wallpaper to a worn and creaky table and a moth eaten sofa. On the sofa sat, a slender woman with a green . . .
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October 07, 2007 09:55 PM EDT --
This is the very orginal beginning to the Eye of the Storm. Treali Storm is speaking here, and it's supposed to be simple, dramatic, and eye-catching. I am probably going to change this, for various . . .
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October 07, 2007 10:11 PM EDT --
I wrote this in May. It is about Treali Storm. Well of course, considering the title. In case you are unaware (which you very well may be) I am an aspiring crime novelist and Treali is one of my most well . . .
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October 14, 2007 12:44 PM EDT --
None of this is my fault.
FOXNEWS is calling it “The Payday Massacre”, like I'm some kind of gangster killer. Nothing could be further from the truth.
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October 08, 2007 02:04 PM EDT --
Description: Red, purple, orange hair; unusually tall; says 'like' way too much; wears red, including lipstick; six inch long nails; forgets what she is saying or doing often (while . . .
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October 08, 2007 05:47 PM EDT --
I wrote this this February. I think you'll enjoy it.
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I was there when he died and when she died and when freedom died. I was there when liberty arrived-at long last-and I was there when . . .
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October 09, 2007 05:27 PM EDT --
So after all the readers were gone, Alisa Nelson stomped over to me in a furious rage. Her white face was turning tomato-red and her eyes were flaming. Her red hair was smoldering and her face seemed to . . .
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October 08, 2007 01:21 PM EDT --
I wrote this poem way back in 2005 but it reflects the spirit of us nonconformists.
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Who are you?
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January 01, 2008 01:24 PM EST --
"Character is who your are in the dark when nobody is watching." . . .
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March 19, 2008 08:51 PM EDT --
Natalie Schultz paced back and forth outside the crime laboratory in the chilling hall. Technicians rushed by in both directions, hurrying to get someplace. The occasional agent would waltz in, disappear . . .
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April 12, 2008 08:43 PM EDT --
Note to those who clicked on the tile expecting exercises for you to do: You can do these exercises too! These are the writing excerpts I did with them. Exercise One, take your character through their . . .
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October 08, 2007 11:04 AM EDT --
Mr. Henderson. Ah, that name provokes disturbing and ear-splitting memories. Well-known for swearing at little kids and kicking old ladies, Mr. Henderson is himself a senior citizen living on the outskirts . . .
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October 21, 2007 09:09 AM EDT --
Critique Welcome
Wearing full camouflage: jacket, pants and cap, did little good. Merle was still detectable crossing the kitchen. Behind him, a trail of waffled . . .
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October 08, 2007 09:04 AM EDT --
Each of these was addressed to the Dear Abby column:
TREALI STORM: Dear Abby, please help me. My author must be completely nuts. She forced me into becoming a mass murderer, and then forced me to raise . . .
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December 28, 2007 10:06 AM EST --
Imagine and hold what cannot be yours
Speak to yourself when you are alone
Look into the mirror and tellyourself
What do you see when no one else isthere
To impress, to shame, to . . .
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October 09, 2007 07:53 PM EDT --
Excerpts of this appear in my first unpublished novel Traitor.
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The sky can darken; fog can settle across the land, people can believe what they want. I do not understand and never will. But . . .
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December 28, 2007 11:37 AM EST --
Nearly twenty-five years ago, Casie Schwartz was a ten year old fifth grader enrolled in Washington D.C.'s public school system. Casie had been popular and well-liked, one of the few popular girls . . .
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October 31, 2007 02:06 PM EDT --
It's not worth pointing a rife at me, I'm nobody.
Tell me Mr. Nobody, you come up from Haines?
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December 28, 2007 07:24 PM EST --
Dimitri Youngblood stared in shock at his victim-to-be. Kenneth Wilkinson seemed greatly at ease, and even amused at the killer's bewilderment.
"You've come to kill me, haven't you?" . . .
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October 08, 2007 11:58 AM EDT --
she made you feel like a failure like a loser like a freak like the outcast like you were the odd one out and she made your life miserable
because you spent it trying to make her like you when you knew . . .
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