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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 3 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 Arthur3 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 ukpe3 years ago in Criminal
Academy Murders: The Red Planet. Content Warning.
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.
By Skyler Saunders3 years ago in Criminal
Communal 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.
By Hannah Moore3 years ago in Criminal
The 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.
By Pitt Griffin3 years ago in Criminal
Who murdered Mickey Albany?. Top Story - January 2024.
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.
By F.R. Gautvik3 years 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.
By Andrew Perkins3 years ago in Criminal
It 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.
By Adrianna M. Braun3 years ago in Criminal
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.
By C C Farley3 years ago in Criminal
