"Fuckin' shit. Here, take this. Not a word about the other one," Tom said gruffly, as he shoved the paper bag containing a sealed bottle of vodka over into my lap. In the same motion he was pushing the opened pint bottle under his seat. In the flashing of the blue light bouncing off the dashboard of his Dodge Ram, I could clearly make out the "oh, shit" expr...
Max saw the sirens in his rear view mirror as he hurtled down the highway. Being the coward he was, his gut lurched as he pulled over. A large figure opened the driver's door of the cop car and slowly began to stroll towards Max. His cheeks went pink as a black paw tapped on the window almost shattering it. "Going a little fast there buddy." Max went puce....
This will be the list of Characters given for this story. Every character show will represent a different set of people and a different lifestyle. Somethings I feel will be heart breaking while others will be triumphant. However, in this world it will be hard to be anything you want in the years of Feudalism. You are told to be what you are and nothing more....
Setting: Prison P.S. This story is meant to inspire stories of a similar setting. If anyone decides to write stories like this, please reply on my page. Thank you. ***** Yo dogs! My name is Victor, but my homies call me Viking. HaHA! But seriously, my name is Victor and before you get the wrong idea, I am NOT a black gangster. I'm Caucasian and I come fro...
My name is Bernard Brown and I am a big and tall black guy. A lot of people think that if you are a big guy, then your life is miserable and lonely and you don't get any fun. That's so lame, seriously! When you describe a miserable person with self-esteem issues who hates themselves and doesn't want to enjoy life, you're not talking about a big man or a big...
Folsom heard some muffled discussion from the other side of the door between his cramped, dark prison and the back panel on the closet in Roman's cabin and then some rustling around in the cabin followed by the slamming of the cabin door and then . . . silence . . . for the longest time. A good thing he wasn't claustrophobic, Folsom was thinking. And then t...
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It was almost dark, just enough light to tell what's behind you and just enough dark to be alone on an empty highway. I noticed the sign for a rest area up ahead and I had to take a piss. I noticed a single head light coming up on me, and as it got closer, I noticed it was a motorcycle cop, I quickly checked my speed, as we all do, cruise control set at 73...
This happened in the early '90s. One Saturday night, I went to a bar near a police precinct in the Bay Ridge section of Brooklyn. The bar is closed now. It was called Kelly's. I had just turned 18 and had to use fake ID to drink. I was a typical Brooklyn kid but still wet behind the ears. Guys had started to come on to me, but I was still struggling with my...
"You look like a cop." The kid was standing at the edge of the street, bent over to talk through the open car window. Sam Avery smiled. "I am a cop." The kid's expression didn't change. "But I'm not here to bust you." The kid's expression still didn't change. "So what do you want?" Sam pointed his index finger at the car pulling away in front of them, th...