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.
Kairn’s Cause
Kairn’s clothes clung to his shivering body as he watched a car slowly pull away from the gate he was overlooking. It was a miserable night. The black sedan slowly pulled down the long drive with its wipers on full blast in an effort to battle the downpour. It did as much good as the poncho Kairn chose to wear for this excursion.
By Dan Sawyer5 years ago in Criminal
Litter Rat
It was an ordinary, New York day as Thomas walked towards the last car of the subway. He always did this, as he thought it’d be less crowded and quicker to his bodega. Thomas rode the subway often, not as a choice, but because he had a deep rooted phobia of driving and car crashes. Plus if he walked, his bags would either break before he got back home or would get mugged. He rode the train frequently, so he knew the most and least populated times of the train. Average Tuesday afternoons consisted of only two people populating the last car around 3 o’clock. Tuesday trips on the subway consisted of Thomas putting both earbuds in and getting lost to Smashing Pumpkins.
By Holly Clark5 years ago in Criminal
Karma
We’d been lucky for so long. Our customers were great, new and regulars alike that we hadn’t had to deal with any true-blue, full-blown, let-me-speak-to-your-manager types. Not tonight. The four-top of Karens walked in like we owed them money, wore their masks below their noses, had the proverbial Karen haircuts, and probably had their homes decorated in Live, Laugh, Love. They were dragons, breathed fire and condescension, and were seated in my section.
By Angila Tremblay5 years ago in Criminal
Infamous Little Black Book
Sari Montgomery opened her office door, moved inside, and shut it with a decisively quiet snap. Although she'd been a detective for eight years, few saw beyond the statuesque elegant woman with rich auburn hair and intelligent green eyes. Consequently, people tended to underestimate her abilities which worked in her favour, guaranteeing the breathing room required to gather pertinent evidence necessary in building a solid case to convict a perpetrator.
By Phyllis Holt5 years ago in Criminal
The Precipice
It was too fast. Everything happened far too quickly. The rain, the spin, the car, the man. Too fast. I lifted my head off the steering wheel with the words still echoing in my mind. I touched a shaking hand to my brow. It was far too dark to tell whether the wetness was from the rain coming through the windshield, or a cut from the impact.
By Liz Gleason5 years ago in Criminal
The Little Black Book
Our story begins with a dream, not an extravagant or lavish dream, but a simple one of a nice little home, a wife, a quiet life, and a promising career in the Marines. A dream Darren once lived in but has since lost to the reality of combat trauma, Alcoholism, and what they have now coined as PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder). With a medical discharge, a rocky at best marriage since his return from Iraq, and a long stint of not being able to hold down any job; Darren was on a downward spiral he was unable to pull out from. He couldn’t really blame his wife for going to live with her mother. She tried, she really tried. But the screaming sleepless nights, along with everything else made it hard to cope with, nothing more than a distant dream now.
By Jason Davis5 years ago in Criminal
The Croquet Man
Croquet-playing Champ of 2019, Phil, the ‘best friend’ to everyone in the Club, has a secret, a dirty little secret. You see Phil, our Quintessential Sporting Wanker, is a fine player, no doubt, but as far as being an Economist, an ‘Agricultural Economist’, he’s well, let’s just say, not so great. Shite in fact.
By Tina Dawes5 years ago in Criminal
The black book
The newspaper reporter was young. So young that her father would tease her that she still had baby fat. The black book came to her in her New York office from a Hungarian immigrant. He said his daughter had "died like a dog" and he wasn't exaggerating. The young prostitute was taken to a rural backwoods road by... someone. Struck by a car and killed, hopefully instantly.
By Erika Stutzman Deakin5 years ago in Criminal
