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 Case of the Missing Chameleon
"Explain it from the start," asked Ms. Hart, as she circled my class of nine-year-olds, watching us all squirm through the glasses on the tip of her nose. "In as much detail as you can recall, please," she added more softly. She was a stern-faced woman, and looked like she’d been hit in the face and her nose wasn’t fixed back properly when she was young.
The Case of the Missing Jockey
It was a beautiful Spring day at the Myrtle Downs. The sky was clear, the flowers were in bloom, and the horses were at their finest. Mother Combs was excited to be at the racetrack with her excellent friend Rick Henry Christopher, who’d invited her to the opening of the new racecourse. Mother Combs was glad that she had decided to accept the invitation from her old friend since they were having a lot of fun and catching up on each other's lives.
Echoes of Deception: Navigating the Noir Labyrinth in a Rain-Soaked City
In the heart of the sprawling metropolis, where the very essence of deceit clung to the concrete like an indelible stain, seasoned Detective Michael Harris found himself thrust into the dissonant symphony of rain-soaked streets. The lifeless silhouette of Richard Monroe, once a potent force in the city's intricate power play, lay near the dilapidated warehouses that whispered tales of clandestine dealings and concealed narratives, creating an atmosphere laden with the scent of old secrets and impending revelations.
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.
The Sound of Lies
Sitting across the table were many officers and the lawyer was left on hold on purpose. No way I could prove that now. I looked around the room to figure out who was on our side and who was against us.
- Runner-Up in the Whodunit Challenge
The Fallen Angel Murder
A 10-year-old boy they call Hams found the body in a shallow grave in a wooded area just outside Norman, Oklahoma. It wasn’t a body really, just picked and bleached bones scattered among the fallen autumn leaves, as if scavenging animals had smelled the buried offal and made short work of digging up the meal. The incessant heat in late August had burned off the marrow and shrunk the bones, so it was difficult to know much about them. Hams picked up the skull with a hole in it and intact, almost perfect white teeth that the medical examiner later determined showed early signs of ravage from drug use. Tufts of dyed blonde hair clung to the top of it. Unearthed nearby, police discovered a patterned vinyl backpack, bright aqua with a worn handle, filled with moldering pictures of two children, a toothless newborn and a toddler, drooling and smiling. They also found a lone piece of what looked like a gold earring glittering under the late sun. It had been separated from its backing, and a few worn scratch marks caked in dirt may have been a faint initial, indistinguishable as a D, or B, or P.
In Walter Bower’s “The Scotichronicon”, a text from the 1440s describing Scottish history, some of the chapters are titled densely, and others vaguely. For example, chapter nineteen is titled, “The Agreement Entered Into Between the Kings of Scotland and Norway Concerning the Islands, and the Outbreak of Fighting Between the King of England and Simon de Montfort”, while chapter thirty is titled “Various Events”. Perhaps the reason for this vagueness is simply that chapter thirty contains too many events to be properly encapsulated with a specific title. Perhaps it is to denote that the events within it are unimportant. Perhaps though, it is to avoid attention, for it contains within it a conspiracy.
James And Darkend
Once upon a time in the mystical land of Eliria, there lived a young boy named James. Unbeknownst to many, James possessed extraordinary magical abilities that surpassed those of any other in the realm. His powers were as vast as the universe itself, and his heart was pure and kind.
Death On Mt. Crumpit
Every Who knew the Grinch hates Christmas season , But a motive for murder? That seemed hardly a reason! Especially one so horrid, so ghastly and grim
The Lost British Liar vs. A Mouthy Molly
Rudy was now coming back inside from his cigarette break, walking over to join Tim, Sandra, and me at the end of the bar. “I think that woman out there is something strong.” Rudy said, pointing out toward the figure of a woman standing outside the window to the bar. “She randomly came running around the corner, so at first I wasn’t sure if she needed help, but then she started acting even weirder and kicking at stuff while making weird mumbles.”
The Case of the Missing Report
“Oh my gosh. I’m so glad you two are here. I need your help in finding a paper,” Kramer exclaimed as Harry and Angel walked into the room. “Harry, you look in the file cabinet in the corner of the room. Angel, check inside the closet. I’ll check the desk. It has to be in here, and we only have minutes to find it,” Kramer demanded, attacking the desk immediately. His wrinkled fingers pushed aside stray blank white papers. Clearly not what he was searching for.
Why Prisoners Wear Orange Jumpsuits
"A Comprehensive Exploration of Inmate Attire and Its Multifaceted Impact on the Correctional System" When envisioning a prisoner, the mental image often includes the unmistakable sight of an individual clad in an orange jumpsuit. The question naturally arises: Why do prisoners wear these distinctive outfits? The answer reveals a complex tapestry of historical, psychological, and practical considerations that contribute to the significance of orange jumpsuits in the correctional system.