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Gambling with your Life
Some people argue that life imprisonment would be a worse punishment than a death sentence but who can know. In this story, a young man willingly undertakes to give up his freedom for a sum of money to accept solitary confinement for 15 years in the belief that it will be no great punishment and indeed preferably to death.
By Ashleigh Chapman5 years ago in Criminal
The Benefits Of Using An Employment Attorney In Santa Barbara
If you suspect that this has occurred, it is imperative that you find an employment attorney as soon as possible. A legal professional has the ability to advise you and take the situation to court if necessary. It is often preferable to resolve a problem quickly instead of waiting until the situation grows to the point of hiring a lawyer.
By nshm law5 years ago in Criminal
The assassin and the poppies
The assassin leapt from rooftop to rooftop, her footing sure as she nimbly ran, jumped, landed and ran again. The night was dark and the streets were at their quietest. Her plan was simple, in and out, pick up her money and on to the sailboat currently anchored on the horizon.
By Nadia Cowperthwaite5 years ago in Criminal
My Nightmare
I come here every summer to put my feet in the sand. I love the smell of the ocean and picking up the seashells. Some days I just put my blanket on the sand and curl up with a good book. This is my favorite vacation spot. It's quiet and most of the people keep to themselves. Some days a glass of wine is all I need with the beautiful sunset. It allows me to clear my mind from everything that I have been through. I can't forget any of it. I have tried therapy and it only cracked the surface. I really couldn't handle it. In the back of my mind the nightmare is still there. I stay at the same condo every year. I don't really change my routine, I feel like I am living in a padded room. The fear is real. I survived a traumatic event. I was kidnapped and although I come here to the same place it happened I feel drawn to this same place every year. If I close my eyes I can see him. I can smell him. His hot breath on my neck. The way he whispered in my ear makes me shiver. His rough hands. The sweat that would drip down the side of his face due to the heat. I remember looking out of the window of the boat and seeing the coast guard through the window. Tears running down my face because I knew they couldn’t see or hear me. I couldn't yell because I was gagged. I could see the coast guard ship going further away from us. They had no idea they were so close to a monster. I thought everyone in this small town was so friendly. Most of them knew me because I had been coming here for years. I met Joseph when I arrived last year and he seemed like a great guy. He took me out to dinner and when he would bring me home just give me a peck on the cheek. He said he wanted to take it slow so we could get to know each other. I didn't get any weird feelings when I was around him. All these years of living in a big city I thought I was a good judge of character. Guess not. He had me on that ship for days. Doing horrible things to me. He thought that he had broken my spirit and decided to leave me on board after docking the boat to get more food and supplies. I was so scared he said he would make me pay if I made a sound. I knew this may be my only chance. I heard him leave and looking out the window he was walking away from the boat dock. When I couldn't see him any longer and I heard people walking by I kicked the small window with my foot. Although it hurt so bad from the gashes the glass left, I could hear people talking and saying something about the blood. So I tried to get my tied up hands out of the window, once they saw that a couple of people climbed on board and saved me. They were able to get me away from the boat before he returned. Someone called the police and he was arrested after trying to flee. They asked for my statement as I was recovering in the hospital. I told them everything. I broke down so many times, I didn’t think I would be able to get through it all. Now I live with a restless mind and a lonely soul. I don’t know what my future holds but I won’t let anyone stop me from coming to my favorite place. Although this is the nightmare I live with every day and every night. I will not let it continue to control me, I will find a way to get my light back.
By T. Cox5 years ago in Criminal
Bagged Piss
Several months into my probation, I found myself utterly incapable of refraining from weed. After a while, I just couldn't help it anymore. I had to smoke, but I also had to find a way around my randomized drug tests. My solution: go to the sauna for six hours, drink lots of water, take niacin, cranberry extract, and goldenseal, get clean, pee in a bunch of ziploc baggies, and store them for later. But what happens when you're down to your last bag?!?!
By Michael J. Heil5 years ago in Criminal
Genetic Genealogy ID's Victim of Chicago Serial Killer
Larry Eyler, the "Highway Killer", admitted to 21 deaths. It angered him beyond belief. His married boyfriend did absolutely nothing to further THEIR relationship. Why couldn't he come out? Why couldn't he commit?
By Real Monsters 5 years ago in Criminal
The Bizarre Disappearance of Colin Gillis
It was still winter according to the calendar, but 18-year-old Colin Gillis was on spring break. He planned to return home to Tupper Lake, New York, a tiny logging town with a population of around 6,000 people. He was looking forward to reconnecting with some of his high school friends. His college classes had finished up on Friday, March 9, 2012, and Colin headed for his parents’ house after that.
By Jenn Baxter5 years ago in Criminal
A Day at The Ball Park
While watching my son's little league baseball team warm up I was informed that there had been a shooting days earlier at a park here in the center of good living Ocoee, Florida. Our sleepy southern town doesn’t suffer from a great amount of crime or violence so any discharging of a firearm is big news. The baseball mom who shared the information with me was a bit sketchy on her facts and details so she left me curious as to exactly what happened. The boys all played great that day as we beat the team from the city of Clermont by twelve runs and headed on our way back to Ocoee.
By Cam Rascoe5 years ago in Criminal
THE FARE
“I need you to take me out to the desert and leave me to die alone.” He was fully settled in the backseat and I didn’t know how to answer such a statement. I could tell he was in pain.
By Grant Whitehurst5 years ago in Criminal
Where’s the Fire?
Three people sat in the ancient Wilmington, Delaware theater. Gas lamps lit the place. The multi-billionaire Kellia “Sellz” Millken had rented the movie house to have a private oasis with her boyfriend rapper James “Hark” Wesley. They both had an affinity for silent movies. On this day, they watched a classic from 1927 titled Away, Away.
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Criminal
The Whale
Jonas thought of himself as a big man; successful, street-savvy, a soldier of the streets; a man of action and purpose; a born leader, able to bend others to his indomitable will; a man of sophistication and clout; charismatic. In actuality, he was a small man, not in size but in life; a thug, singular in his thoughts and actions, given to fits of rage and violence, striking out against anyone who dared question his motives. Unkempt and disheveled; stringy hair falling over his eyes, covering his malevolent gaze. Teeth chipped, yellowed and stained by his two-pack a day habit that comprised most of his forgetful thirty years of life
By Steve Anderson5 years ago in Criminal
Once A Soldier
The gun was old, like the man, but the hand was steady and the eyes were bright and alive. Shining in the shadows, just like old times, waiting, listening. Aware of every sound. Not dimmed by the years, but burning with the old fire.
By paul towson5 years ago in Criminal