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"The Silhouette's Labyrinth: Shadows of Deceit"
Detective Morgan moved with purpose, following the sinister pattern of splattered blood through the darkened alley. Each droplet whispered a tale of a covert gathering gone awry, the city's heartbeat amplifying the mystery that lay ahead. The ambient sounds hushed as he knelt to examine the glistening ruby droplets on the ashen pavement.
By Lilian Chukwudumebi Okafor2 years ago in Criminal
Bitter Sweet. Content Warning.
Wednesday An explosion of shattered glass ripped me from sleep. Instinctually, I rolled off my bed to the floor, as fast as possible and stayed as low as I could.
By Jennifer David2 years ago in Criminal
The North Pole Files. Runner-Up in the Whodunit Challenge.
The head elf was dead. His body was splayed facedown in the snow adjacent from some trees. No blood. No sign of injury. He was just...dead. Yet, foul play had occurred here.
By Reiley2 years ago in Criminal
The One That Got Away
"I have to solve this case," Alicia muttered to herself. Her eyebrow went up in confusion and she shook her head. "I would never say something so trite."
By Edward Anderson2 years ago in Criminal
House Problems
Shards of broken glass littered the floor. Jeremy became aware of the crime when a piece shot through his foot after a wrong step, painting a ruby-red trail across the hardwood and stumbling upon the dead body.
By Joan Crow2 years ago in Criminal
When Cardinals Appear
Diana Crenshaw hated the smell of her sister-in-law’s house. The two-story residence wreaked of wet cotton which only seemed to intensify with every visit. A pervasive mustiness infiltrated every room, as if sewer water nested in the pipes, providing the perfect breeding ground for mold. The walls themselves showed no evidence of damage, but no matter how many observations she made about the smell, her sister-in-law remained oblivious to it.
By J.Skylar2 years ago in Criminal
Missing
The unmarked Crown Vic rolled up the gravel road towards the abandoned farms house and its adjacent barn. A sea of red and blue flashed against the mid-afternoon sun that streaked across the property, casting shadows longer than the buildings were tall. Detective Jesse Andrews parked the car within the shade and just on the outside of the blue sawhorses they used to barricade the crime scene. As soon as she had the door pushed open, a cold winter wind caught her hair and whipper it around her face. She tied it back with a rubber band and flipped up the collar on her coat to keep the breeze off her neck. As situated as she could be, she stepped up to be amongst the other officers.
By Gunnar Anderson2 years ago in Criminal
Waiting
¶ She had always hated the smell of hospitals. The way it plugged your nose, cloying in its sterility. There was no smell of life in hospitals. Only death.
By Malcolm Roach2 years ago in Criminal
Tinderella
I did not choose the name, but I understood why it stuck. I had to handle the case because no one else was available, and I really thought this would all be “open and shut”, as they say. But no, that wasn’t going to happen, not right away. Whenever I try and imagine what my week was going to be like, I end up with so many curve balls that I should reconsider my old dream of being a baseball player.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Criminal
Shadows of Resilience: A City's Battle for Justice
It was the late afternoon in the United States, the hours stretching from thirteen to seventeen. Winter had cast its icy spell, causing once-lush green leaves to wither and fall, creating a delicate, frozen carpet on the streets. Freshly fallen snow blanketed the roads, making navigation treacherous for both drivers and pedestrians alike.
By Daniel Arthur2 years ago in Criminal
Shattered Reflections
Detective Michael Harris stared at the crime scene before him, the dim light of the streetlamp casting an eerie glow on the abandoned warehouse. Raindrops echoed in the silence, creating a rhythmic symphony on the wet pavement. The air was thick with tension as he approached the yellow tape, his worn-out trench coat absorbing the chilling drizzle.
By Jonah ime ukpe2 years ago in Criminal
The Hanged Englishman
The Shadow of the victim casted a sinister viewing for O'Hara's new year's eve. A rope around his neck, the clear cause of death upon first inspection. O'Hara entered the room to finally see the full picture of the scene. A lifeless blue face hanging from the support beam that held together the old village house. The three police officers on the scene had appeared to indicate some points of interest for the inspectors to look at.
By Some Guy2 years ago in Criminal