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"Tiny's Revenge"
Bill Connally thought he’d seen it all. As warden of the largest maximum security prison in Illinois, he’d seen the worst offenders this country had imprisoned. But the worst of the worst were housed on the prison’s Death Row. These included stone-cold killers, psychotic murderers, and even a few politicians who were, naturally, shunned by the rest.
By David White5 years ago in Criminal
The Wedding Cake
Amanda loved her job designing and decorating the perfect wedding cake for the perfect wedding. Weeks away from her and David's own wedding, it was the thing that kept her focused and not stressing out about all of the other details and minutia that a wedding entails.
By Patti Marrs Magill5 years ago in Criminal
Prison Break
Vic stared at the clock hanging outside his cell. It was seven past four, which meant he had fifty-three minutes to get to the parking garage, but more importantly, his delivery was already over an hour late. He’d only been incarcerated for a week, but he knew what time the mail would arrive.
By Jason Barlow5 years ago in Criminal
Justice is a piece of cake
Start writing... The night life in this town never sleeps, it’s alive, it breaths and beats like a heart. Music, dames, liquor, everything a decent man needs and if he tries to tell you something different he’s selling you applesauce kid. The only time someone can find sleep around here is on the inside of a wooden kimono six feet deep. I was born in this town and came up as a young punk in the back allies and sleeping in the back gin mills. Hell, I even made a little lettuce picking up the place before it opened, and I made a little more when the fellas would stumble out, all high off the hooch. I took care of’em. I got’em a hack to get home and what not, I only took a little cut for my good deeds. I’d always been a punk, and I could live with that, but I ain’t never had a piece and I was never no stool pigeon. So needless to say even I was surprised when I became a copper. I can still remember when I first considered the occupation.
By Martin Gomez5 years ago in Criminal
The Terrible Case of Mr. Spoxal
When a blood curdling scream rose up and spread its horror throughout the neighborhood, no-one expected it to be Mrs. Spoxal, the grocer’s wife. Millie and Sandra, who were staying with their aunt in Launceston, climbed from their beds, pulled back the curtains and squished their faces against the window. They tried to look down the street where the neighbours were all running.
By Karen Eastland 5 years ago in Criminal
Death by What?
What You Know Beverly Markum had lived in the small apartment for more than three years. Not long after her husband passed, she sold their home and most of their furniture to move into a quaint complex for people over fifty. She didn’t want to worry about cutting grass or cleaning gutters any longer. At 57 years young, she thought she still had a lot of life to live and she had intended for it to be as care free as possible. Now she is dead in that care free apartment and you need to figure out what, or who, killed her.
By Anna Munson5 years ago in Criminal
The Consulate Case
In February 2019, Jeet Thakur Sahai visited his good friend Mayank Pasricha in Chandigarh, India. Mayank lived his wife Swati and parents in Chandigarh. Jeet had gone there for a few days. Mayank worked at the Australian Consulate in Chandigarh and they were having a party there on a Friday night. Friends of employees were welcome as well, so Jeet went with Mayank to the party.
By Anshuman Kumar5 years ago in Criminal
The Hostel Murder Case
In March 2021 Jeet Thakur Sahai was asked by his colleague in another department to assist in a case. Inspector Hitesh Rampal was investigating the murder of a student at a hostel of a college in New Delhi. The college’s name was Shri Bharat Saxena College of Arts and Commerce. The college had two hostel buildings in its campus. The previous night a student was found murdered on the fourth floor of the men’s hostel building. The dead student’s name was Ashish Paranjpe.
By Anshuman Kumar5 years ago in Criminal
You Never Knew What Hit You in the Gut
I was watching through my rear view mirror when I saw the smirk on her face. They were about to unwind and undress. Of course that's what most people do at pregnancy peak. I invited some friends in the back so nobody would be suspicious. I wait a few moments and start taking pictures. Oh she is definitely caught red handed this time. I start the car and begin to pull forward, I had enough evidence at this point. I pull away and go down the road a little ways, then I have a gut feeling to turn back.
By Jammie Alexander5 years ago in Criminal
A Night In The Woods
It was three in the morning when Dan got home drunk after his shift at The Greasy Hog. Fumbling for the keyhole on his old rusted yellow trailer, he wondered in his inebriated state whether or not it was worth keeping the damned thing locked. The old doublewide had been passed down from his father, held together by years of layered duct tape. Even if money wasn’t a problem he would take a run-down shack in the woods over being in the city.
By Martin Jones5 years ago in Criminal
