fact or fiction
Is it fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the myths and beliefs we hold about copycat killers, eyewitnesses testimony, what makes a murderer and more.
A Piece of Her
From the instant they sat down at her favorite diner in town for chocolate chip pancakes, that was it; she fell, hard and fast. They talked about everything, which was rare for both of them to open up, to anyone. Their most ridiculous fears, like his spiders and her zombies. Their dreams of what they wanted to be when they were little, his dream to be a cowboy. Their pipe dreams, her dream to become a writer. And their deepest, darkest secrets which they guarded very close to themselves. They made each other laugh, a lot. Almost too much sometimes that they’d have to catch their breath. And at night, being together was the rawest form of passion she had ever felt in her entire life.
By Nik Commisso5 years ago in Criminal
little black book
Days like today are when Daniel likes to think back to his youth when he served in the Marines, the friends he made, the lessons he learned and the experiences he had; unlike most ex-service men who would do anything to forget the horrors they saw. He was on target to make Sergeant by the end of his third year of service, this however was too good to be true. A bad motorcycle accident spelled the end of his career and was discharged in 2012 at the age of 24.
By Edward Richardson5 years ago in Criminal
NIGHTMARE NIGHBOR
I moved into an apartment complex in April of last year. Me and my daughter were living together, I just wanted my own place, my own space. Now I wish I had of waited before I moved into this place. The shooting and people fighting every other weekend and my upstairs neighbor fighting with someone. One night I heard her daughter, crying telling them to stop. I called the police because I thought it was a man jumping abusing her. The police road around the neighborhood that night, and never did got of their cars. I thought that was odd, I told them that I thought that my neighbor was in trouble. I forgot what type of neighbor I was in. Well, this went on over other weekend. I soon found out that it wasn't a man she was fighting with, it was someone she called her sister. When it happen again, I didn't bother to call the police. I just was concerned about her daughter who had to witness this.
By Queen CeeCee5 years ago in Criminal
Getting away with murder
GETTING AWAY WITH MURDER Because the embassy wasn't interested in my suspicion that I had a major Nazi war criminal staying in my hotel, I decided to be his judge and jurors myself. Their opinion may have been influenced by the general consensus that the man in question had died in South America years before. Or I may have sounded insincere or crazy since I wouldn't give my name. Either way, I had spent my last coins to call them about his whereabouts, and if they didn’t care, I’d be damned if I let this opportunity slip away.
By Tone Sutterud5 years ago in Criminal
Customer number one
It was cold that morning at 4:45am. Lizbeth was scheduled to open Sips and Sweets, but had to switch shifts with me suddenly. I don’t usually open the coffee shop, but I needed more experience. I was hoping to move up and maybe become assistant manager someday. We typically have a lot of the same people who come in the morning and afternoon. I was not familiar with the regular morning crowd, but Lizbeth would always tell me stories about the first customer of the day. Customer number one. Her most loyal and mysterious regular.
By Jane Lovemoore5 years ago in Criminal
The Garage, or Consciousness in Violet
Hyperventilating, mouth dry, eyes rolling uncontrollably, & neck throbbing from a violently racing heart, it was clear he was about to lose consciousness. It had come on suddenly, & Elijah instinctively knew it was inevitable. He couldn’t even get his eyes to focus, & the rows of cars swam in his grey, dimming line of vision. His only comfort was in knowing that he would collapse in front of the elevator he’d just stepped out of, on the second level of this parking garage. And though, at 2:00 PM, the lunch crowd was gone, this garage was in downtown Seattle; someone was bound to find him & help.
By Umohowet Yelayu5 years ago in Criminal
Pencil Truths
Early evening A room. Tightly plaited banana leaves in the roof hide the last waning rays of sunlight, leaving it illuminated solely by a single bare bulb. The light reveals a single wooden chair tucked under a matching desk, that throws eerie shadows along cracks in the walls.
By Zoe Slattery5 years ago in Criminal
Faux Aficionados
The lights were pulsating with increasing intensity and the floor was shaking from the bass. You could almost feel the sweaty condensation ready to drip down the walls. The air was close with the heat radiating from the moving bodies drunkenly sauntering around the dance floor.
By V A Harker5 years ago in Criminal
