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Derailed
The rocking and the dull sound of the train travelling down the rail, lulled Presley deeper into the calm black abyss that enveloped her until a random bump startled her and made her beautiful hazel eyes fly open.
By Andrea Cummings4 years ago in Criminal
1046 room mystery case, can not say the murderer
It began more than 80 years ago, at about 1:20 p.m. on a cold winter day in 1935, a strange guest entered the President Hotel in Kansas City, Kansas.
By chasen4 years ago in Criminal
All I Saw Was Red
My breathing was heavy. My heart was pounding loud enough for the neighbors to hear. My hair was slightly in front of my eyes blurring my vision, but at the same time. I never thought I could see more clearly. The hallway was dark. I was supposed to be asleep, but I had gotten hungry and fluttered to get a snack. What I saw. I wasn’t supposed to see. No ten year old girl is supposed to see something as gruesome as this. My white fuzzy long sleeved shirt started to feel itchy. The shirt was slightly off of my right shoulder. My black tights felt suffocating. My throat felt like it was closing up. I was frozen. In the middle of the cold dark hallway that was inside my cold big house. Lying about 20 feet in front of me was my father looking down at my older sister. Looking at her like she was nothing. A lowlife. A person who had no life. He was looking down at her with such blank and empty eyes. His dark brown eyes. His light skin didn’t match his dark brown eyes. The evil in them. This scene wasn’t scary because he was just over top of her. It was the blood even more. Letting me know that she was.... gone. Oh the blood there must have been gallons of blood leaking everywhere on the floor. Even a track was running down the hallway towards me. The blood reached across the walls. The nice white walls now would be stained with my sister's blood. My Light green eyes surveyed the area. Looking at my dad's comfortable posture and his eyes once again. My eyes reached down looking at his hand. A knife. Next to his foot was a light blue towel that had now been soaked in blood. As my father didn’t notice me the blood started stretching across the hallway more. Until it finally hit my white sock. I looked down with my shaky breathing. I took a step back. Then another step back. My door wasn’t far. If I could just be quiet I could reach my room and pretend I saw nothing. Mother was at work. Her being a doctor made her never be home. This Thursday night would never be forgotten. 2011, February 19th. The day my father went to jail for murdering my sister. They gave him the death penalty which didn’t affect me. My sister was 17 at the time. Pretty brown hair, green eyes, popular at school, and student council treasurer who also was the captain of the volleyball team. My mother came home early that night. Not because she wanted to, but because she left keys at the house she needed for some medicine cabinet at work. It was diagnosed that my dad had some type of personality change or something. I never cared for him. He was just mean to us. 2021 a new year. My mom moved us to a small island where I was allowed to walk around and hang out. I wouldn’t worry about murderers or creeps. There was a school that pretty much was the only school. It was still big. When I moved it happened to be the first day of school for that time zone. Luckily there was a good hospital on the island too. My mom continued being a good doctor there. It was a nice island. Our house was near the ocean. Good food. Pretty skies. I moved here a week after the incident. Now I’m the same age as she was… Seventeen years old. First day of summer.
By KarmaKreates4 years ago in Criminal
The gang affiliation
May 21st 2002 I just finished school after a boring French lesson. It was my last French lesson of year 8 though, I decided to drop it next year. As I always do everyday I walk to the corner shop to get some sweets.
By Daniel Laing4 years ago in Criminal
A Murder to be Solved
Ever listen to a crime podcast, or watch a crime documentary, silently hoping that you will recognize someone, and help solve a case? I really enjoy listening to crime podcasts; not for that specific reason, but it always helps to pass the time when doing chores or mundane tasks. Depending on who I was listening to, or what I was watching, I'd even laugh at times. One day, however, there was this one particular documentary that changed my life forever.
By Virginia Stackhouse4 years ago in Criminal
Midnight Fate
“There’s just no way.” Antonio Pérez, a 10-year police officer in Chicago, Illinois, told his fellow officer. “I didn’t sign up for this.” But what Antonio said wasn’t quite true. It was his career he signed on for, and it was to be a full-time career. But in the meantime, he had a life to live. He had two daughters, both of whom were going to college, hoping one day they could join their father in law enforcement. The job he was being offered was as chief in a police department in Mexico. There were other things on his mind, too. His youngest daughter, who was only three years old, needed him to be home while his wife was pregnant.
By Anthony Dezenzio4 years ago in Criminal
Case closed
We are being brought together by this puzzle of life for a very special reason, we need to trust the Creator to show us what that reason is and have faith he will in his time.
By Dawn Earnshaw4 years ago in Criminal
Bennie.
“Bennie” was no ordinary chihuahua, besides being funny, he belonged to Laurie. Bennie was entirely black with a tiny white chest hair and head tip. He always sat quite upright. One could be forgiven for thinking Bennie was named after Benny Hill, the offside English comedian, because Bennie liked to grab hold off his tiny cheerio dick with his tiny little paws and jerk off on the carpet, usually underneath the couch. No he was Bennie after Benzodiazepines that Laurie sold from the MCDonalds drive through at the Chinderah truck stop On the Far North Coast.
By Matt Black4 years ago in Criminal
Mark's Prey
The apartment was quiet except for the sound of water running into the tub. Mark sat on the edge of the tub watching steam roll off the water. The steam seemed to mix with the smoke of his cigarette. The smokey smell used to bother him, but since he had caught covid last year he hadn’t been able to smell it. He removed his boxers and threw them into the pile of dirty laundry he had needed to clean for weeks. He laid down in the tub and let the warm water engulf him. Water pooled over the side of the tub while he leaned back. He watched as it poured into the molding and floor of the bathroom. He had long since known he had lost his deposit on his apartment and didn’t care about the damage it was causing. His phone lit up. It sat precariously on the edge of the commode for easier access from his bath. He wiped his hands on the rugs his mother had bought and reached for his phone.
By Lily Caudill4 years ago in Criminal
Knowing
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Danny paused at the front door of his own home, a neighboring log cabin visible through the trees. His gaze fixed on the unmistakable flicker of the candle's glow.
By Anna Gumberg4 years ago in Criminal
Truth or Dare
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It was a night that only a particular few know about, but those few will never forget.
By Ashley Partington4 years ago in Criminal
Silk
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. I am sane, I swear. I sometimes have a hard time walking with both feet “on the ground” so to speak, but I do know how to chameleon with reality. The cabin is not what one may imagine. My perception views cities like the woods. In the woods, creatures are everywhere. Some live in trees, some expand in the sky, and some walk the ground like royalty.
By Alita4 years ago in Criminal