guilty
Don’t do the crime if you can’t do the time; a look into all aspects of a guilty verdict from the burden of proof to conviction to the judge’s sentence and more.
Rebirth
Harold. W. Morris; Derrick. F. Torres, Regina. R. Copeland and Frederick. L. Moore; four names yet to answer for what had been done. Money in all four accounts was paid out in steady increments over the course of two years, money that would be so minute that anyone with blue blood would not see it fit to exhibit additional diligence, let alone concern. Having studied the salient figures in front, it would add up to nearly twenty-thousand US dollars and cause the undoubted downfall of four senior executives who never had the good sense to see it coming. This money was as red as the diamonds it could be used to buy, its only purpose was to further the unquenchable greed of a man who was denounced of compassion and humility; that man was my stepfather. James Christopher Callahan was a tax consultant for H.P Lewis in Chicago; he had given them five years before deciding that he was the one who warranted what they had and that obtaining it was justified by his apathy for a menial life and a family that he never asked for. I was a part of that family, adopted after the steel of a needle removed the stain that would be my mother; ever the samaritan James was keen to prove to his now deceased sister that he was always the success and that her emphatic demise was a fitting end to the life of a junkie. However, my only role was clear, I was the succession to his family, I would carry on the conservative mind-set held in this parasites mind that only men could lead; that his two daughters were nothing more than housewives in the making and quickly it would become apparent that I was his heir.
By Samuel Taylor3 years ago in Criminal
It’s a Good Story
I was born with two gifts: rotten luck and an addictive personality. When I was fifteen, my mom took me to the dog races. I put all ten of my dollars on a greyhound named Fast Albert. He won, and so did I. I’ll never forget the feeling of that crisp fifty dollar bill in my hand. It felt like a missing piece of my soul. That was the first time I ever made a bet.
By Martian Brady3 years ago in Criminal
The Raven in the Window
It is 3 am, and 73-year-old Esther Caldwell is brewing chamomile tea. The house is still, save for the sounds of the wind and the trees outside her farmhouse. She carries her teacup to her bedroom, turning out all the lights along the way. Upon entry, she closes the door and sits at her vanity.
By Rayven Jae3 years ago in Criminal
The Dilemma
The Dilemma (Surprises are Scary) By Carol Margosein It is cold. It is so cold that the snow refuses to melt. The snow piles up so high, I can barely see across the street. It has not changed for the last three weeks. We moved out to the country for the quiet and the bucolic sights. Rolling hills, cows, sheep, llamas, and horses all coexist together on various farms tucked between the never-ending cornfields. All of this is lovely from April to November, but November to April can be hard. I have learned to live with it, but I still miss seeing people and just going out. Still, I bundle up: boots, sweater, heavy jacket, hat, scarf, and gloves. All on, just to go out. As I am bundling up, my husband asks," Where are you going"? I don't know what to say. Should I say out, to the store, to the bank? The reason I am leaving is that the walls are beginning to close in. Things are financially tight, so no trips to sunny climes. The kids are busy with their own lives and families. So here we are, in the cold, all alone with each other.
By Carol Margosein3 years ago in Criminal
The Cost of Innocence
Calloused fingers caressed the journal ritualistically, sweat and dirt had long since blackened its leather hide cover. Flipping the journal open, revealed one single page, all others torn out. He had no need for the memories held on those pages. His past gone and buried. This final page was all that mattered to him.
By Kaine O'Regan3 years ago in Criminal
10 Serial Killers Who Were Doctors
Doctors are regarded as human gods. They can save a person's life by their expertise in medical science. They have an expert understanding of the fragility of human body. But what if a practitioner starts using his understanding of medical science in an evil way? They have access to a wide range of lethal instruments and toxic drugs. And some of them develop egos and pride fed by the feelings of control over someone's life and death.
By Saral Verma3 years ago in Criminal
Time Served
The call came down right after midnight. Duprey and I had just finished showers in confinement, a four-hour affair most nights that had seemed to take all night tonight. We had kicked our feet up on the desk, prepared to relax a little when the phone rang over the sounds Nickleback that Sergeant Lang was listening to. Lang put down the folder he was going over and paused the music before picking it up on the third ring.
By Joshua Campbell3 years ago in Criminal
The ABC Killer
Moses Sithole, the worst serial killer in South Africa hunted, raped and murdered 38 young women from the towns of Atteridgeville to Boksburg to Cleveland. Sithole became known as the ABC Killer and his heinous crime spree lasted only a year. The perfect predator, he took full advantage of the cultural changes that came with the end of Apartheid. The ABC Killer preyed on his victims' needs to support their families, offering them jobs through a company that didn’t exist.
By Nicole Gibson3 years ago in Criminal