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.
THE LITTLE BLACK BOOK OF A GRINDER
I was 16 when it happened. One day, one instance forever molded me to the man I am today. You see I was on the fast track to either a casket or the penitentiary. I grew up without a pops and mom worked way too much to keep tabs. I did my own thing since I was about 9, that’s when the color was added to the outside of my book. I began flying solo in a sense and was introduced to the streets by my cousin Jonathan a.k.a. Jon-Jon. He was a few years older than I so naturally I looked up to him. Jon-Jon was about 13 at this time if I remember he became a part of my everyday life. He was my care taker turning the pages in the evenings until mom came home from work. Jon- Jon’s mom was a junkie so Nana had custody of him for as long as I could remember. When she went down he came to live with us in our 2 bedroom apartment.
By Torry Terry5 years ago in Criminal
Cold Case Files
Dylan Blair often wonders why police refused to listen to him in the days and weeks after his father Kerry disappeared in March 2014. The seasoned fisherman could be heard regularly telling anyone who would listen that he was “living the dream in paradise” by working in a secluded bay in New Zealand’s Marlborough Sounds. The 55-year-old was also a stickler for following the rules of the sea and the first one is to always tell someone where you’re going. That’s why Dylan can’t understand why his father’s boat was found drifting about 90 nautical miles off New Plymouth – about 340km away from where he supposedly set off from.
By Monique Patterson5 years ago in Criminal
The Grandparent Bandit Diaries
The Grandparent Bandit Diaries By Michael Bonham Larson Fleeing to California, it was the late 1930s and my grandparents were running from the Indiana state police. Settling in Monterey County they began new lives with their two daughters, my mom and my aunt. It seems my beloved grandparents were wanted by the authorities in several states for illegal gambling and attempted robbery. My aunt described them to me as a kind of Robin Hood version of Bonnie and Clyde. They never actually hurt anyone, as far as she knew, and once they arrived in California they made restitution for their crimes.
By Michael Bonham Larson5 years ago in Criminal
Wicked Wednesdays:
Guilia Tofana was a woman born in Palermo, Italy in the early 17th century, roughly around 1620. Her mother Thofania, was executed in 1633 after allegedly murdering her husband Francis. With this in mind, it would become very clear why Guilia did what she did and had clear motivation for her actions.
By Robert Prescott5 years ago in Criminal
Grandfather's secret
It was a dreary day in London. The life-less clouds poured tiny droplets of misery on the already deserted streets as a young girl was making her way home from school. Her hair was soaking wet and her clothes as damp as the Pacific Ocean, 'I'm definitely going to get a cold' she thought. As she crossed the empty street, she gazed fondly at her novelty watch that her grandfather gave her on her 5th birthday. It was given to her after she had a life-saving operation 10 years ago as she almost died from pneumonia.
By Ilwad Ahmed5 years ago in Criminal
The policy
"Fuck that shit, I am not going to sell this book to anyone! Leave it alone, and leave my study, now. " That small leather black book, texture so rich and smooth in my hand, disappeared quickly from my grip, the smell of old leather disappeared from under me. I looked up and straight into the eyes of the most brilliant man I know. Or I thought I knew.
By Anabelle Lai5 years ago in Criminal
Cursed Little Black Book
This has been the worst damn week of my life! Matter of fact, it has been the worst month ever. And all because of that damn little black book. It all started when I helped my friend clear out this old house, she had been wanting to remodel. You see this house was old and creepy, and I didn't have a really good feeling about it but I helped her anyway. Pulling up to this house was like something out of a nightmare or Freddy Krueger. I was half expecting to find a boiler room in the basement when we went down there to get all that stuff out of there. Thank God there wasn't one, or I'm pretty sure I would have run screaming.
By April Hoisington5 years ago in Criminal
Stolen
“Stolen” Snow gave under foot as I made my way toward the yellow beast, the only sound the crunch of boots perforating the icy layer. I took an unsatisfying pull from my coffee, now cold. It’s going to be a long day, I thought, climbing into the cage. Turning the key, I sat back to survey the area for a few moments while the engine sputtered to life. The beginning of sunlight threw glimmers across the terrain below and I hoped it would warm the frigid air.
By Teri LaBuwi5 years ago in Criminal
My Treasure
Detective Andre Duclair rushed past the frosted window and knelt on the rough fireplace bricks to ignite the kindling. Closing the spark-screen with trembling fingers, he stepped back and watched flames grow as he wriggled out of his soaking trousers.
By Donald Paul Benjamin5 years ago in Criminal
