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The Poisonous Legacy of Locusta: A Serial Assassin...Raped to Death by Giraffes?
For many of us, history was a boring subject in school. It was replete with a bunch of names, dates, and seemingly bland events that had us fighting off slumber in class. In fact, some of my only memories of history class involve my high school teacher showing up drunk (true story!). However, don't let boring-ass textbooks fool you; History is an absolute madhouse, with freakish details that might put the average horror film to shame.
By Wade Wainio5 years ago in Criminal
Of Three Legged Dogs and Non Existent Pigeons
Station House Security is probably one of the most boring posts one can receive as a cop. It's your job to make sure that unauthorized individuals aren't allowed to walk right up to the desk officer. It's kinda like being a Walmart Greeter, but with a gun and without the shopping cart.
By Erik Tenkar5 years ago in Criminal
Halloween Horrors: The Poisoning of Timothy O'Bryan
One of my clearest memories of Halloween growing up was the ritual when we got home. My mom would take my sister and I's pillowcases of candy, spread them out in two neat piles, and check to see if there was anything tampered with. I imagine that millions of parents all across North America do a similar thing on October 31st every year.
By Skylar Banach5 years ago in Criminal
Drugs, Girls, Crime, Prison, University & Near Deaths (DGCPUND) Part 1
I started smoking cannabis from a young age. I remember the first time like it was yesterday. On an empty train with my friend heading back home. We both stood at the end of the carriage, heads out of the sliding windows, puffing the smoke. We coughed many times, our virgin lungs did not recognise what we were inhaling. It was becoming very popular amongst teens and most of my friends had already tried it. I didn't know it would lead to a long term addiction. We laughed for hours and ended the night throwing up, but what an experience it was. I was a 14 year old teenager with an over protective mother. A single over protective mother. I could hear her words in my head "cannabis will kill you and you will end up brainless". Wise words from an immigrant mother of two. She only brought us to the UK for a better life. Back home in Iran this place is some sort of magical island. Everyone thinks the Queen is walking around the city shaking hands. How deluded are they. In reality things are very different. This place has it's own share of struggles. Almost 70 million people cramped into a small area of land, but a land of opportunity nonetheless. Humans are valued over here. We have rights, and promised an equal chance to make something out of ourselves. In Iran you are just a number. Forced into behaving Islamic, even if you are not enlightened by Islam. From my understanding, the leaders just want us to follow the right path. A path which would lead us to heaven, as they keep preaching to us. A theological regime with the aims of controlling the people in order for them to benefit. The true definition of eternal freedom, god consciousness. Unfortunately that system does not benefit everyone. People end up hating Islam instead, as they feel like they can't think and act for themselves. They feel forced to do certain things in order to come across religious. The females all have to wear headscarf, not something they practice properly. Most times the headscarf is just about covering their hair. The men have to behave morally correct in order to represent the core principles of the clerics. Live as the prophets of Islam may have lived. I took a deep hit of the cannabis joint waiting for death to come for me. "Cannabis will kill you" still ringing in my ears. I felt a pounding sensation in my chest. Sweat was dripping down my forehead. I saw my reflection in the window of a car, I looked pale. Maybe she is right. Maybe I am going to die.
By Ali Elyas Shahali5 years ago in Criminal
Instant Karma!!!!
The full moon and the stars glistened brightly in the sky above; not a single cloud could be seen in sight. Drops of rain fell from the night sky as if the sky itself was crying. The loud roars of thunder could be heard as the icy water raced to meet the ground. The falling rain complimented the beautiful night sky making it almost look enchanting. The little droplets of rain hung onto her long lashes, and then down her freckled cheeks, kissing her natural two-tone plump lips before dropping in a puddle on the concrete sidewalk. The heterochromia iridium in her left eye twinkled in the moonlight showing the mischief and excitement lingering in her unique amber eyes. Her thick wet, strawberry red curly hair danced down her back in ripples as she ran. The sound of her thin boots squished and squeaked as she ran through the puddles.
By WritingXQu33nn5 years ago in Criminal
Till My Heart Was Stolen || Chapter 2
Lorenzo stopped the car so Embry could step out and try to calm the woman. A lot of women and men were crying and screaming for their abducted sons. The entire street was swarming with people running from one car to the other in efforts to calm one another down.
By Sabal Cloonan5 years ago in Criminal
Ethical Law
1-2 Journal Assignment: Civil Law vs. Criminal Law Confusion Law is a vast subject-matter full of confusing jargon and wording that can bewilder the common individual who reads any written laws. “The confusion over civil law arises from the fact that legal actions in our common law system can be either civil or criminal.” (Moore and Murray, 2012). What I noticed is there are a multitude of conflicts between one set of laws and others.
By W.S. Klass5 years ago in Criminal
