capital punishment

Weigh the pros, cons and controversies surrounding the grave issue of capital punishment; should the death penalty be allowed?

Empire, Exodus, and Erasure:
The United States has pumped billions into Israel through military aid, trade deals, and strategic partnerships, reinforcing a powerhouse alliance that keeps both nations at the top of the geopolitical game. This financial backing isn’t just about friendship—it’s about maintaining power, influence, and military dominance in one of the world’s most volatile regions.
By Living the Greatest CONSPIRACY Theory. By RG.27 days ago in Criminal
The Reverse Tick
Leo’s stomach was a clenched fist, a permanent fixture these days. Three months behind on rent, two weeks since he’d eaten anything but instant noodles, and the bank letters piled on his stoop like miniature headstones. He was a dead man walking, just hadn't found the shovel yet. That’s when he saw it, tucked away in the back of the grimiest pawn shop on Elm Street, glowing with a dull, unnatural sheen under a greasy display light. A mantelpiece clock, heavy brass, ornate carvings of vines and gargoyles, completely out of place next to the broken VCRs and bent golf clubs. And it was ticking backward.
By HAADI27 days ago in Criminal
The Second Hand
The streetlamp flickered above, casting long, janky shadows that danced with the drizzle. Leo’s breath hitched, a raw, ragged sound stuck in his throat. Mickey, his partner, lay sprawled near the back door of Morelli’s Jewelry, a dark, growing stain blossoming on his chest. And the guard. Oh, God, the guard. He wasn’t moving, just a silent lump beside an overturned trash can, a cheap pistol still clutched in his hand. The alarm, a shrill, piercing shriek, ripped through the damp night air, drilling a hole right into Leo’s skull. His hands were shaking, not from cold, but from something far worse, a deep internal tremor that threatened to tear him apart.
By HAADI28 days ago in Criminal
The Missing Murder Weapon! Nick Reiner Hires Prominent Lawyer
By nightfall, the fog had rolled into Brentwood. Standing outside Rob Reiner’s home for the second night in a row, the scene felt different. Quieter. Darker. The media presence had thinned, but the weight of what happened here hadn’t lifted. People still walked their dogs past the gates. Neighbors slowed down. Some stopped. Everyone seemed to be processing the same unthinkable reality.
By Lawrence Lease29 days ago in Criminal
Glimmerstone Bloom
Silas tasted the rust in his mouth, a familiar metallic tang of fear and stale coffee. Vargas’s voice, thick as crude oil, still scraped at his ear, a promise of broken bones if the job wasn’t done by dawn. The kid, Lily, her breath rattling like loose change in her chest, was enough to make any man do mad things. This mad thing, it was called Glimmerstone. A garden of it, supposedly, hidden deep in the guts of the old Sinclair chemical plant, the one that’d been abandoned for twenty years, left to fester like a sore.
By HAADI29 days ago in Criminal
The Gilded Silence
The air in the Great Hall of the Sterling Library always tasted of old paper and dust, a bittersweet scent Elias used to love. Tonight, it was just bitter. Every breath caught in his throat, dry and ragged. Two hours past closing, and the silence pressed down, thick as grave dirt. The polished oak floors, usually bustling, now echoed the frantic thump of his own heart. He moved like a shadow, a ghost of the scholar he once was, a man who belonged here, now only a thief.
By HAADIabout a month ago in Criminal
Shattered Light
The pressure groaned against the hull of the *Stingray*, a living thing fighting to collapse us. Mitch pressed his face to the viewport, the thick glass distorting the inky blackness. Outside, it was pure, suffocating void, broken only by the sub's cutting spotlights. "Two thousand fathoms," Lena's voice crackled, tight as a drum, through the comms. "Holding steady. For now."
By HAADIabout a month ago in Criminal
Watching Aileen: Queen of the Serial Killers Through a Cop’s Eyes. Content Warning.
I spent thirty years carrying a badge, chasing shadows, and cleaning up messes. Homicides, trafficking, organized crime, the kind of stuff that sticks to your shoes. I’m off the clock now, but the job never really leaves you. You still look at everything like it’s a crime scene, always asking: What’s the real story here? And what are they trying to hide?
By MJonCrimeabout a month ago in Criminal
HONG KONG'S FAMOUS CASE FILE: 5 WOMEN'S MYSTERIOUS DEATHS, THE KILLER WAS A SHAMAN
The scene of the massacre was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people; even seasoned police officers were horrified. This was the biggest murder case since Hong Kong opened its economy.
By HieuDinhabout a month ago in Criminal
New Evidence Reveals the Yogurt Shop Killer After 30 Years
I still remember the first time I heard about the yogurt shop murders. Even decades later, the details cling to you in a way that feels almost invasive. Four teenage girls. No witnesses. No clear motive. A quiet Austin neighborhood suddenly transformed into the site of one of the most disturbing crimes in the city’s history.
By Lawrence Leaseabout a month ago in Criminal
The Dead Man’s Last Call
M Mehran The phone rang at 2:09 a.m. Detective Jordan Vale was halfway through a stale donut and a stack of paperwork when the sound sliced through the silence of the precinct. Unknown number. Local area code. He almost ignored it.
By Muhammad Mehranabout a month ago in Criminal
The Girl Who Knew the Password
M Mehran The night the police found 17-year-old Ava Lane, she was barefoot, shaking, and running down a rural road with a flash drive clenched in her fist.
By Muhammad Mehranabout a month ago in Criminal