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- First Place in the Whodunit Challenge
I Was There
Peter “I was there. I know exactly what happened!” “Please state your name for the record.” “Peter Loganbaum.” Peter sat stiffly, squinting as he watched the reporter scratch something on her notepad. She was pretty, he’d grant her that. But he knew you couldn’t trust them. None of them. Especially the pretty ones.
Murder On Piccola
“This…is…life,” said Stefano, taking a swig of beer and surveying the pebbly beach in front of him. He laid back in his chair, letting the Mediterranean sun beat down on his tan chest. He turned his face toward Antonio who was laying in the chair beside him, “What do you think of the island?”
Sergeant Blake Billingsly, found the front door of the property wide open, television blaring and a fat ginger cat perched in front of it, oblivious to the intrusion. Finding the remote, he clicked it off, only to hear a deep, menacing growl coming from the furry statue. It turned and stared directly at the policeman, holding his gaze until the television came to life once more. Sergeant Billingsly turned the sound down, shook his head in confusion, then started his reconnaissance of the property.
The Lunch Thief
I know it’s petty, but quite frankly I think the frequency my lunch is disappearing out of the office fridge is beyond accident or coincidence and if it is targeted I would like to know who the culprit is. I have tried being polite about it, clear labelling, notes on the fridge, even an email to the people on my floor here but to no avail. Therefore I have decided to take matters into my own hands and investigate it. There is part of me thinks it’s my own fault eating so late in the day, often round 2pm but I don’t think it’s an excuse.
Murder Close to Home
Cathy arrived back at their apartment at 6:30 am like she always does after her night shift at the club. There was blood everywhere and Beth was on the floor in the bedroom. The phone laying beside her as if she had tried to call for help. Her pajamas were bloody and torn. One TV was missing along with Beth’s laptop computer. Without thinking the killer could still be there, Cathy looked around before dialing 911.
Academy Murders: On the TV
Doors closed. Lights flashed. Footsteps pounded against gravel. Not giving a damn about her ankle monitor, Kim tracked down the suspect who just ran down the hall from her hotel room.
Seriously!!! Who dunit?
It was the day before Christmas eve. The meeting of "Infinity Anonymous" had adjourned for the night. The members all exited the clubhouse, an abandoned old building located in the woods not far from Tammy's house, they did the secret handshake, bid each other goodnight and adjourned to their respective homeward trudge. The members ranged from age fifteen to seventeen, all girls, all students of Shankville High School and Maverley High School.
Stocking Filled with Coal
“Why won’t you admit it?” I said, pounding my fist onto the couch arm. “I refuse to let my asshole brother get all of it. Which you are going to make happen. Damn it!” Ronny said, whipping the front door open.
- Runner-Up in the Whodunit Challenge
I'm not much for boats or water. Karen says, No surprise considering. After everything, Karen's visitors still sometimes ask, "Were you scared you were going to die?" At first, the consummate journalist, eager to explain and connect, I would struggle. I’d swim deeper and deeper into my mind to find an answer for them. What was I thinking back when, back when
December 7th, 8:02am Bruce Dunnings entered his mother’s house, concerned because she hadn’t picked up his calls the previous day. Even when they were arguing, she always returned his calls. And of course, they had been arguing. She was an old woman with too much time on her hands, she had too many hobbies and too many of them brought her out of the house. When there was still no call from her on his phone that morning when he woke up he headed to her house. She couldn’t possibly be that angry at him.
Oakwood Regional High School Yearbook 2001-2002
My mom had told me she found my high school yearbook and would send it over in the mail. Months went by without the package arriving—as was mom’s way. I managed to put it out of my mind. When the parcel showed up on the lobby floor, the box bruised and tattered, it startled me. My body seemed to absorb early, instinctively to what my mind would later experience.
The Vocal Crime Buster
Two nights before Christmas, In the vocal mansion None of the vocal creators was writing not even Mike Singleton Mikey-