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Academy Murders: The Red Planet
Documentaries streamed on Kim’s TV in her room. Investigations into how possible ise formations in the ravines and valleys of the Martian surface intrigued her. Maybe I should have been a scientist, she thought. But she banished the idea. She was a cop. She was a Marine. Everything she knew came from her integrations as someone who upheld law.
Skyler SaundersPublished 4 months ago in CriminalCommunal Effort
The thing about living in a commune is that it seems to attract a lot of misanthropes. Janine had moved in after her husband had an affair with the neighbours. On both sides. Lonnie had read about what the FBI were up to on the web and didn’t like the way his neighbours looked at him at all. Andreas had left Greece because he couldn’t stand the people; his neighbours were prying busybodies who always asked him when he was getting a job or a girlfriend. Tina had taught in a comprehensive school for 45 years and could neither stand being around folk or away from them, and Tom and Marcus felt folk spurned them due to their free love lifestyle, and craved a more open-minded loving kinship with folk who weren’t ignorant wankers like most people.
Hannah MoorePublished 4 months ago in CriminalThe Brownstone Murder
She had been beautiful in life, and Detective Sergeant Roy Yadav thought she made a fine-looking corpse. The small, precise bullet wound made a red bindi on her forehead. The dark blood pooling around her pale blond hair, lustrous in the harsh crime scene lights, gave the body an angelic aura.
Pitt GriffinPublished 4 months ago in CriminalCrimes of Thought
Logan was supposed to meet me at the station an hour ago. Where could he be? He’d better not be planning anything stupid. I would imagine after last time, he would know better. Whatever. Hopefully he shows up soon, or I’ll have to let Conrad know. Come on, Logan. Don’t be a fool.
- Top Story - January 2024
Who murdered Mickey Albany?
I turned the sandglass on the small coffee table, its grains sliding through time like whispers of fate. Leaning against the worn-out balcony railing of my apartment, the city's sprawling skyline stretched before me—a canvas of chaos where shadows danced in the neon glow.
F.R. GautvikPublished 4 months ago in Criminal Finley High Confessions
Part One Connor stares down at the red plastic cup in his hand. He hates parties. The cup only has soda in it, and he only has it because he doesn’t need people looking at him like he’s some sort of freak. As if slurred speech and being imbalanced was the only way to have fun when you’re in high school.
Andrew PerkinsPublished 4 months ago in CriminalIt Wasn’t Me
This was months in the making. I had it all planned out. My team and I were going to take out the boss man Mitchel Cummings or as his buddies call him “Big Mitch” or “The Mitch” or “Mitch mighty”. Either way he was a douche bag, I had fallen head over heels for him because he knew what ladies wanted to hear, he seemed so genuine. The red flag should’ve been that he was married to a gorgeous blonde, who was so nice to me and every interaction we had she was genuine. I hated the fact that I was making out in his office with him almost every day. He said those words “I’m gonna divorce her and marry you”. I should have known better, of course he would never leave her. He would buy me flowers and if course the office talked and I was the slut. He didn’t say anything to defend me that was another red flag. Tonight was going to be the night that Mitchel Cummings dies. I’ve killed before so I knew I was not going to back down. I was about ten years old my dad was hitting my mom so I grabbed the gun and bang, he was dead. The party would be starting soon and he asked me to come over earlier for a booty call as I predicted and little did he know it was the last booty call he would get. I told him no since he’s not divorced. You would think I’d take the opportunity to kill him then, but it would be too obvious that it was me. So a large party it was. Most of the guests have already arrived to his mansion, the mansion where I’ve had an affair with him many countless times. His wife still had no idea that we’ve been screwing; she was blonde for a reason.
A Detective Story
Painful Memories Dick Kingsley nodded politely to Diana Mah, a sprightly 65-year-old, who hunkered nearby, effortlessly pulling up weeds in the neatly manicured front garden. He felt at ease in her presence, and considered her like an old, weathered gray blanket, providing him with a sense of warmth, despite the occasional uncomfortable feeling.
C C FarleyPublished 4 months ago in CriminalWere Those Tentacles?
Tentacles. It looked like tentacles. No matter how I squinted my eyes, it still looked like tentacles. There was no way. I should have known better than to stay here.
Abigail Adams -The Mad Cow Mob BossPublished 4 months ago in CriminalInvestigation Files of Vicki Lewis, Amateur Detective
January 1, 2023: Vicki Lewis is “on the case.” To investigate: WHY??? Document 1: Fence Jumper Tackled on White House Lawn
Maureen Y. PalmerPublished 4 months ago in CriminalA Traitor in Footman’s Livery
Current Day: August 19, 1844 at 9:41 p.m. The footman carries out his duties with extra care. He walks quietly refilling goblets and presenting cigars to the three middle-aged men sitting in the card room at his Lord’s London residence. The Lord is dressed in his finest frockcoat and breeches, with a carefully tied cravat at his throat. The other two men, equally turned out, are friends from the days when his Lord attended school at Eton College. They have remained close cohorts over the years, amassing power and wealth through investment schemes and sometimes shady business deals, always knowing the other fellows would have their backs.
- Top Story - January 2024
The Vacation
No one liked him. He was one of those people who grated on everyone’s nerves, who thought he was hilarious, whose presence at a party everyone dreaded because he would get too drunk and demand being the centre of attention.
Alana S. LeonardPublished 4 months ago in Criminal