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Puzzled Mysteries
Chapter 1 I pulled into the parking lot of the supermarket and just like everyone else, I started looking for the closest spot possible to the doors, so that I wouldn't have to walk too far.
By Mathew Kentner8 years ago in Criminal
I Didn't Do It Part 2
After I had finished killing off my greatest villain of all time, the police still had me arrested. I sat in jail for what felt like months of repetitive roaming around my cell when, in reality, it was only a few hours. Then two cops came in one was a stout lady and the other was a tall dark man. They got my cell open and they motioned me to move out and out of shock I stood stil,l unable to move.
By Ada Zuba8 years ago in Criminal
Forbidden Beauty
I’ll tell you how I died, and you can tell me why. The cause was simple enough, a fall from as great a height as the 13-story Lindenberg Building will wreak havoc with anyone’s structural integrity.
By Jake Waller8 years ago in Criminal
I Didn't Mean To
First of all people need to stop telling me it is my fault. I did not even know the man was alive, so really it was not my fault. I did not even know he existed, well that might be a lie, but the rest is true. I created him from paper. That's right I wrote someone to life. I created a character named John Kneats and I had him die at the very end of my book and then two days later, of course, there is a body found with my written description. Six foot three, nearly bald, a tattoo of a raven on his left arm and another on his back. He had a right pierced ear and a long beard that reached to the tip of his chest. In my book, he died because he had been a witch so he died by being burned at the stake. How was I supposed to know my character came to life and then died? I tried to tell this to the police, but of course they did not listen to me.
By Ada Zuba8 years ago in Criminal
Pretending
He likes to pretend he’s just like everyone else. That it didn’t affect him. That at night he doesn’t wake up screaming. But he’s not, and it did, and he does.
By Sarah Logan8 years ago in Criminal
The Fugitive
Preface: What compels the average man to kill another human being? Is it the tragic past of a poor, tortured soul? Is it the actions of another person? Could it perhaps, be as simple as mere intoxication that might cause a misguided murder? Nonetheless, after the first kill, a forgotten human instinct sets in, and unless they’re caught in time, that instinct will drive them to kill again. That’s how we get serial killers. Serial killers become more in touch with their natural instinct. They eventually find this instinct to be a comfort. More often than not, mental illness can contribute to this build up to murder. This was the case for young Eric Sanders.
By Alex Irons8 years ago in Criminal
Justice
EXT. NIGHT. JACE is crouching behind a bush at the park. There is almost no moon tonight, so the park is very dark. Jace is peeking between the leaves of the bush at a man. BRAD is holding a bottle of whiskey and walking slowly down the path in the park towards the bushes where Jace is hiding. Brad takes a swig of the whiskey and is clearly drunk. Jace stands up from out of the bushes. Brad slurs all his words.
By Medea Walker8 years ago in Criminal
Betrayal, Murder, and Forbidden Love
Have you ever wanted to be with someone so badly you would kill to be with them? Well I have, and it didn't end up the way I thought it would have...
By Shelby Spencer8 years ago in Criminal
The Partnership
I've heard it said that every story must have a beginning. That moment in your life that changed everything; where a simple start became something more. My beginning started the moment I, Katherine, stepped foot into the National Bureau of Criminal Investigation (N.B.C.I.) after leaving the life I dreadfully hated. There I met a new friend, a partner, an ally, who stood by me no matter what, and she had my back as much as I had hers.
By Sara Aulds8 years ago in Criminal
Phase One
6:00am. The sharp ring of my alarm startles me awake and I groan as I remember the day I have ahead of me. I reluctantly push the damp sheets off of me and the humid air of the room hits me as I head towards the bathroom. Stepping into the shower, I sigh as the cool water rushes down my body, washing off the sweat that was clinging to me throughout the night. The thought of digging with the hot sun beating down on me all day filled me with dread; why couldn’t I have picked a standard office job instead of this? I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off, looking in the mirror over the sink I started to brush my teeth and my mind drifted off into a world of its own. After I dried my hair and got dressed, I grabbed my keys and headed out the door to my car. I could already feel the heat from the sun that was only just rising into the sky, it was going to be a hot one.
By Hannah Jayne8 years ago in Criminal
My Son-In-Law
Lois stood proudly in front of the judge. She only stood 5'2", a good 3" shorter than she was in her youth, but she held her head high and waited to be spoken to.
By Viki Allin8 years ago in Criminal
I Spy
She watched as his chest rose and fell beneath their sheets. He had been long gone, sleep had grabbed him and didn't plan on giving him back for at least a few hours. It was hard, her job. She had been to so many foreign countries, met so many people, lived so many lives. This life was by far her least favorite. When she had been assigned the case, she had a bit of hope nuzzled in her chest. If she was successful, she would be able to retire, seeing as after this job she would have to be inactive for a long time, as to avoid suspicion. She was still young, very young, only barely 28, but she felt so much older, so much closer to death, and she hated every bit of it. She had no idea that she would be playing this character for almost two years.
By jessica8 years ago in Criminal