investigation
Whodunnit, and why? All about criminal investigations and the forensic methods used to search for clues and collect evidence to get to the bottom of the crime.
The Haunting Enigma: Unsolved and Unforgotten - The Black Dahlia
Beneath the shimmering facade of Hollywood glamour, amidst the bustling streets of 1947 Los Angeles, a gruesome discovery sent shockwaves through the nation. In an otherwise serene park, amidst the morning mist, lay the mutilated body of a young woman - Elizabeth Short, dubbed the "Black Dahlia" by a sensationalized press. Her murder, a tapestry of brutality and enigma, remains one of the most infamous cold cases in American history, forever etched in the annals of true crime.
By Clifford Edwards3 years ago in Criminal
Broken Records. Content Warning.
Filled with teenage rebellion and curiosity, the two lovebirds pulled aside the window boards of the abandoned recording studio. The record label, long since forgotten by talent, had morphed into a popular make-out spot among teens at the local high school.
By Oneg In The Arctic3 years ago in Criminal
Crow's Cock
1872 A man was looking over the ledge. The canyon was vast, and the plan was set. All the sun was abroad, the desolate land. His site was placed in the distance. Footsteps were heard as the man reacted. His face was furious at the sight of the others. They both stared at each other as the tension grew. The first man started to grab his gun. He was one of the quickest in town, and hardly anyone could beat him. One of the others held theirs and was surprisingly the faster. The man fell back as his blood oozed out of his body. His limb body started to fade. The one told the other, "We need to move his body before it is discovered." They placed in the cave, then barred the door. They rode off in the desert as if nothing ever happened.
By Sarah Danaher3 years ago in Criminal
Echoes in the Red Rock Canyons
I: Crimson Clues The Sedona desert, a canvas of red rocks and sun-baked earth, was a silent witness to the mystery unfolding before Detective Lila Moreno. Her diminutive figure was at the edge of a well-trodden hiking trail, her eyes fixed on the scene before her. The body of a man lay sprawled on the ground, his lifeless gaze locked onto the majestic formations above.
By Rick Allen3 years ago in Criminal
The Case of the Missing Jockey. Content Warning.
It was a beautiful Spring day at the Myrtle Downs. The sky was clear, the flowers were in bloom, and the horses were at their finest. Mother Combs was excited to be at the racetrack with her excellent friend Mac, who’d invited her to the opening of the new racecourse. Mother Combs was glad that she had decided to accept the invitation from her old friend since they were having a lot of fun and catching up on each other's lives.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Criminal
Veil of Deception
Natalie Harrison, a 26-year-old woman with dreams of a blissful marriage, found herself entangled in a web of deception that no one could have predicted. Her story began with the charming Keith Foster, a man who swept her off her feet with his charisma and warm smile.
By Chanel The wonder3 years ago in Criminal
Bound by Blood
Detective Lancing waltzed into the precinct, hands buried in his coat pockets. His confident stride turned heads as he navigated toward the interrogation room, the key to unraveling the recent town murders awaiting him. He walked past the uniformed officer standing guard outside the door, giving him a slight nod of acknowledgement as he flashed his badge.
By Timberly Price3 years ago in Criminal
Wisteria Falls. Content Warning.
My breaths are choppy as my bare feet fly across the damp forest floor. I can't breathe, and my feet are cut up and bleeding from the abuse I'm treating them to, but I can see the old boat house approaching as the trees start thinning. I'll be okay if I can make it inside and down to the decaying storm cellar. They won't think to look there. No one ever does. It's been my safe space in this town of monsters ever since the first time my stepdad visited my room, thinking I was sleeping. Just checking on me to make sure I was safe. It's more like pretending his vile dreams are the truth when they are actually the farthest thing.
By Courtney Ann3 years ago in Criminal
