Crime fiction is one of the many genres that’s based on criminal activity. Illicit activities might not be right, but they can make some entertaining stories! Some stories may end with a happy ending, with justice, or a sad ending for everyone.
Check out our newest Crime stories here!
- UNREPENTANT
It was the perfect crime. However, death grabbed a soul when one least expected, and while I had outsmarted countless men, I couldn’t outwit death forever. My blood trickled down the mirror, the black room engulfing me silent except for the flatline ringing in my ears. Trotter had kept me alive till the cops came and ran—as every member of the Undead were instructed if ever a situation were to occur—when they found us but I must’ve flatlined. Funny. One false move. One betrayal. And the mission I’d worked on since I was twelve years old crashed and burned. Who - Bad News
Alright, I have bad new. 🙁 If you’re seeing this, then there aren’t enough stories in the genre you want to check out! I know, it’s sad. But, there’s good news. What is it? YOU can write a story! Yes, you! Everyone has a story in them. No, we might not be the best at first, but we’re humans and we’re made to learn. Made to adapt. Made to create. If I was able to convince you, then please be sure to check out the page Write With Us and start going through the stories you’ve already written! 😀
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- Bad NewsAlright, I have bad new. 🙁 If you’re seeing this, then there aren’t enough stories in the genre you want to check out! I know, it’s sad. But, there’s good news. What is it? YOU can write a story! Yes, you! Everyone has a story in them. No, we might not be the best at first, but we’re humans and we’re made to learn. Made to adapt. Made to create. If I was able to convince you, then please be sure to check out the page Write With Us and start going through the stories you’ve already written! 😀
- UNREPENTANTIt was the perfect crime. However, death grabbed a soul when one least expected, and while I had outsmarted countless men, I couldn’t outwit death forever. My blood trickled down the mirror, the black room engulfing me silent except for the flatline ringing in my ears. Trotter had kept me alive till the cops came and ran—as every member of the Undead were instructed if ever a situation were to occur—when they found us but I must’ve flatlined. Funny. One false move. One betrayal. And the mission I’d worked on since I was twelve years old crashed and burned. Who