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Ungrateful
Louisiana, 1928, living in the Bible belt, a time when it was still unacceptable for negroes and white folks to jump the broom. My fiancé and I did not care, we were madly in love. To get away from the filthy glares and words of hatred we lived far away in the country on an estate that long ago belonged to his grandfather. My husband's name is Michael Richard Goldcrest. He is stunningly handsome with beautiful auburn hair and sparkling green blue eyes. Michael has a very straight nose that distinguishes him, and he stands six foot one. His thick eyebrows and five o’clock shadow that makes him appear very enigmatic. Michael is a very charitable man and loves everyone. I believe Michael has such an open heart because of the circumstances surrounding his childhood. His mother died during childbirth and his father left soon after, leaving Michael to never know him. Left in the care of his grandfather, Michael became the admirable man he is today.
Alona MonétPublished 6 years ago in CriminalPuzzled Mysteries Part 2
Chapter 3 I could see where the gunfire was coming from but it had finally stopped, so I didn't bother trying to get over to it or anything. I was relieved that it had stopped and my heart beat started to finally slow down.
Mathew KentnerPublished 6 years ago in CriminalPuzzled Mysteries
Chapter 1 I pulled into the parking lot of the supermarket and just like everyone else, I started looking for the closest spot possible to the doors, so that I wouldn't have to walk too far.
Mathew KentnerPublished 6 years ago in CriminalI Didn't Do It Part 2
After I had finished killing off my greatest villain of all time, the police still had me arrested. I sat in jail for what felt like months of repetitive roaming around my cell when, in reality, it was only a few hours. Then two cops came in one was a stout lady and the other was a tall dark man. They got my cell open and they motioned me to move out and out of shock I stood stil,l unable to move.
Forbidden Beauty
I’ll tell you how I died, and you can tell me why. The cause was simple enough, a fall from as great a height as the 13-story Lindenberg Building will wreak havoc with anyone’s structural integrity.
Jake WallerPublished 6 years ago in CriminalI Didn't Mean To
First of all people need to stop telling me it is my fault. I did not even know the man was alive, so really it was not my fault. I did not even know he existed, well that might be a lie, but the rest is true. I created him from paper. That's right I wrote someone to life. I created a character named John Kneats and I had him die at the very end of my book and then two days later, of course, there is a body found with my written description. Six foot three, nearly bald, a tattoo of a raven on his left arm and another on his back. He had a right pierced ear and a long beard that reached to the tip of his chest. In my book, he died because he had been a witch so he died by being burned at the stake. How was I supposed to know my character came to life and then died? I tried to tell this to the police, but of course they did not listen to me.
Pretending
He likes to pretend he’s just like everyone else. That it didn’t affect him. That at night he doesn’t wake up screaming. But he’s not, and it did, and he does.
Sarah LoganPublished 6 years ago in CriminalThe Fugitive
Preface: What compels the average man to kill another human being? Is it the tragic past of a poor, tortured soul? Is it the actions of another person? Could it perhaps, be as simple as mere intoxication that might cause a misguided murder? Nonetheless, after the first kill, a forgotten human instinct sets in, and unless they’re caught in time, that instinct will drive them to kill again. That’s how we get serial killers. Serial killers become more in touch with their natural instinct. They eventually find this instinct to be a comfort. More often than not, mental illness can contribute to this build up to murder. This was the case for young Eric Sanders.
Alex IronsPublished 6 years ago in CriminalJustice
EXT. NIGHT. JACE is crouching behind a bush at the park. There is almost no moon tonight, so the park is very dark. Jace is peeking between the leaves of the bush at a man. BRAD is holding a bottle of whiskey and walking slowly down the path in the park towards the bushes where Jace is hiding. Brad takes a swig of the whiskey and is clearly drunk. Jace stands up from out of the bushes. Brad slurs all his words.
Medea WalkerPublished 6 years ago in CriminalBetrayal, Murder, and Forbidden Love
Have you ever wanted to be with someone so badly you would kill to be with them? Well I have, and it didn't end up the way I thought it would have...
Shelby SpencerPublished 6 years ago in CriminalThe Partnership
I've heard it said that every story must have a beginning. That moment in your life that changed everything; where a simple start became something more. My beginning started the moment I, Katherine, stepped foot into the National Bureau of Criminal Investigation (N.B.C.I.) after leaving the life I dreadfully hated. There I met a new friend, a partner, an ally, who stood by me no matter what, and she had my back as much as I had hers.
Sara AuldsPublished 6 years ago in CriminalPhase One
6:00am. The sharp ring of my alarm startles me awake and I groan as I remember the day I have ahead of me. I reluctantly push the damp sheets off of me and the humid air of the room hits me as I head towards the bathroom. Stepping into the shower, I sigh as the cool water rushes down my body, washing off the sweat that was clinging to me throughout the night. The thought of digging with the hot sun beating down on me all day filled me with dread; why couldn’t I have picked a standard office job instead of this? I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off, looking in the mirror over the sink I started to brush my teeth and my mind drifted off into a world of its own. After I dried my hair and got dressed, I grabbed my keys and headed out the door to my car. I could already feel the heat from the sun that was only just rising into the sky, it was going to be a hot one.
Hannah JaynePublished 6 years ago in Criminal