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The Price of Blood
Blood splattered my white canvas shoes like a Halloween decorative pattern. I stared down at the body, a flow of emotions coursing through me like electricity, adrenaline causing my heart beat like thunder in my ears. What did I just do?
By Nicole Tee5 years ago in Criminal
Betrayal
I'm Daray, and this is my story of what happened the night I lost my best friend and my life. It was June 26, 1982, the last day of high school. My best friend Desmond and I were so excited, not because the summer was ahead of us, but we finally were high school graduates! We were finally free, and nothing felt better than freedom. There was a big party happening at night, Desmond and I went to her house to get ready and get our booze. Her parents wouldn't be home, so we raided their liquor bar.
By Caitlin Cannon5 years ago in Criminal
A Filmmaker's Review: "White House Farm" (ITV, 2020)
I think that a lot of people in England who are interested in true crime like myself would have either heard of, remembered or read about/researched the case of the murderer, Jeremy Bamber. Bamber walked into his parents house with a shotgun, killed his adoptive mother and father, killed his sister and killed her two sons who were less than ten years' old. Why? for the inheritance. Honestly, when I saw it was on Netflix I was quite surprised that they chose to make a series out of it because of the way in which the police completely botched the investigation - this was about to make the British Police System look like utter crap. But, in this day and age, I think it is time for them to accept their faults in this investigation and how it was carried out.
By Annie Kapur5 years ago in Criminal
The Walls Will Come Crashing Down
I could hear the shouting of the men behind me as I was running through the forest, my heart pounding. With my backpack clutched to my chest, I finally reached the edge of the cliff. There was a city at the base! I knew it would be a treacherous fall, but it was either that or let my brain be pumped full of lead. So down the hill I went. "WE WILL MURDER YOU AND EVERYONE YOU LOVE IF YOU DON'T GIVE US THAT DAMN BOOK!" the men behind me shouted.
By Grace Linn5 years ago in Criminal
To Go
She was hiding in the attic when she heard the gunshots from below. Three of them, breaking the silence. She covered her mouth and muffled her own sobs.
By Jessica Gieni5 years ago in Criminal
A bedside confession
‘Can you keep a secret?’ Melanie’s eyes sparkled with mischief and she tapped the bed next to her, challenging her visitor to sit down.
By Sally Okorn5 years ago in Criminal
The Black Book
“Ten thousand dollars? It’s a lifesaving surgery, this shouldn’t cost this much. Doesn’t my insurance cover this?” Pierre said desperately over the phone
By Demitrius Covington5 years ago in Criminal
More Than Just A Book
It was always quiet in my shop, but today was different when a young man burst into ‘Macnair’s Antique Store’ demanding I give a refund for a particular book he seemed quite afraid of.
By N.R. Yett5 years ago in Criminal
Partners. Top Story - February 2021.
Nahum struck the axe into the chopping block and raised his hands, turning slowly to face the lawman. “You be careful with that sidearm, son. Making me a might nervous, it must be said.”
By Robert Jack5 years ago in Criminal
With a Garnish of Wages
The man stares at the half-arch jutting from the east wall of the building. "Vhat ist da point…" , mouth agape between a large, triangular mustache, and a small teardrop beard.
By Kenneth Vierck5 years ago in Criminal
The Killer in the Closet
“Tell me, Father, who would want to break in here? Some druggies, you figure?” The dusty floor of the tiny chapel showed the footprints of a single person, moving from a broken window on the right to an open cabinet built into the wall on the left. How dull was this cop to think this one set of footprints belonged to “some druggies” -- plural. And I had to marvel why the cop did not observe that the footprints only went up to the cabinet and then ended there. Where were the footprints leading back outside, or to a hiding place? Nowhere. The same nowhere in which this cop’s brain was presumably located.
By Bennett Barouch5 years ago in Criminal
Stung
Mallory Claire Blake stared down into the face of her fiance. He stared back into her face, gripping her hips and gasping. Her mouth tipped upward at the corners in a slight smirk as she bent to kiss his lips. She pulled back to see his eye roll upward and she gasped, her smile growing wider.
By Shanda Klodzinski5 years ago in Criminal