capital punishment

Weigh the pros, cons and controversies surrounding the grave issue of capital punishment; should the death penalty be allowed?

The Blanket of White
Frankie kept his eyes glued to the windshield, the wipers grunting a losing battle against the heavy, wet snow. It came down in thick, relentless sheets, coating the world in a blinding, suffocating white. Every few seconds, the beam of an oncoming headlight would cut through the storm, a fleeting ghost, before disappearing back into the swirling void. His knuckles ached, white against the steering wheel, and his stomach churned, a cold, hard knot tightening with every mile. The old van, a rusted-out Ford Econoline, rattled and groaned, its heater barely spitting lukewarm air, doing nothing to thaw the chill that had settled deep in Frankie's bones.
By HAADI2 months ago in Criminal
The Weight of Unspoken Words
The motel room smelled like desperation and cheap disinfectant. Frank sat hunched at the wobbly Formica table, the kind that always had a sticky residue no matter how much you wiped it. A single, bare bulb hung from the ceiling, throwing harsh shadows that made his reflection in the smudged window look like a stranger. He picked at a loose thread on the sleeve of his ripped jacket. His knuckles ached, bruised purple from the scramble, the escape. Or maybe from slamming them into something, or someone, he couldn’t quite recall.
By HAADI2 months ago in Criminal
Lunar Reckoning
The air hung like a wet blanket, smelling of brackish water and diesel fumes. Leo shivered, not from the cold—it wasn’t cold enough for that—but from the damp seeped into his bones, and the knot tightening in his gut. Vinnie was late. Always late, always testing the edges of a man’s patience, but tonight, it felt different. Tonight, every tick of his cheap watch felt like a hammer striking an anvil in the quiet, broken-down lot behind the old cannery. The moon, a sliver of bone, sliced through the cloud cover, throwing long, distorted shapes across the cracked asphalt. Every shadow seemed to twitch, to hold something unseen, something dangerous.
By HAADI2 months ago in Criminal
The Epstein Files: What the Latest Disclosures Reveal—and What They Don’t
The name Jeffrey Epstein remains deeply embedded in public conversation, years after his death, largely due to renewed attention surrounding the so-called Epstein files. These documents—released in stages through court orders and legal proceedings—have sparked intense debate, speculation, and misunderstanding across media platforms. To grasp their true significance, it is essential to distinguish between verified facts, legal context, and public assumptions.
By KAMRAN AHMAD2 months ago in Criminal
Javed Iqbal Case: Pakistan’s Most Shocking True Crime Story. AI-Generated.
Javed Iqbal Case: Pakistan’s Most Shocking True Crime Story The Javed Iqbal case remains one of the most disturbing and widely discussed true crime stories in Pakistan’s history. More than two decades later, it continues to haunt public memory — not only because of the scale of the crime, but because it exposed deep cracks in society’s ability to protect its most vulnerable children.
By shakir hamid2 months ago in Criminal
Empire, Exodus, and Erasure:
The United States has pumped billions into Israel through military aid, trade deals, and strategic partnerships, reinforcing a powerhouse alliance that keeps both nations at the top of the geopolitical game. This financial backing isn’t just about friendship—it’s about maintaining power, influence, and military dominance in one of the world’s most volatile regions.
By Aja Truth2 months ago in Criminal
The Reverse Tick
Leo’s stomach was a clenched fist, a permanent fixture these days. Three months behind on rent, two weeks since he’d eaten anything but instant noodles, and the bank letters piled on his stoop like miniature headstones. He was a dead man walking, just hadn't found the shovel yet. That’s when he saw it, tucked away in the back of the grimiest pawn shop on Elm Street, glowing with a dull, unnatural sheen under a greasy display light. A mantelpiece clock, heavy brass, ornate carvings of vines and gargoyles, completely out of place next to the broken VCRs and bent golf clubs. And it was ticking backward.
By HAADI2 months ago in Criminal
The Second Hand
The streetlamp flickered above, casting long, janky shadows that danced with the drizzle. Leo’s breath hitched, a raw, ragged sound stuck in his throat. Mickey, his partner, lay sprawled near the back door of Morelli’s Jewelry, a dark, growing stain blossoming on his chest. And the guard. Oh, God, the guard. He wasn’t moving, just a silent lump beside an overturned trash can, a cheap pistol still clutched in his hand. The alarm, a shrill, piercing shriek, ripped through the damp night air, drilling a hole right into Leo’s skull. His hands were shaking, not from cold, but from something far worse, a deep internal tremor that threatened to tear him apart.
By HAADI2 months ago in Criminal
The Missing Murder Weapon! Nick Reiner Hires Prominent Lawyer
By nightfall, the fog had rolled into Brentwood. Standing outside Rob Reiner’s home for the second night in a row, the scene felt different. Quieter. Darker. The media presence had thinned, but the weight of what happened here hadn’t lifted. People still walked their dogs past the gates. Neighbors slowed down. Some stopped. Everyone seemed to be processing the same unthinkable reality.
By Lawrence Lease2 months ago in Criminal
Glimmerstone Bloom
Silas tasted the rust in his mouth, a familiar metallic tang of fear and stale coffee. Vargas’s voice, thick as crude oil, still scraped at his ear, a promise of broken bones if the job wasn’t done by dawn. The kid, Lily, her breath rattling like loose change in her chest, was enough to make any man do mad things. This mad thing, it was called Glimmerstone. A garden of it, supposedly, hidden deep in the guts of the old Sinclair chemical plant, the one that’d been abandoned for twenty years, left to fester like a sore.
By HAADI2 months ago in Criminal
The Gilded Silence
The air in the Great Hall of the Sterling Library always tasted of old paper and dust, a bittersweet scent Elias used to love. Tonight, it was just bitter. Every breath caught in his throat, dry and ragged. Two hours past closing, and the silence pressed down, thick as grave dirt. The polished oak floors, usually bustling, now echoed the frantic thump of his own heart. He moved like a shadow, a ghost of the scholar he once was, a man who belonged here, now only a thief.
By HAADI2 months ago in Criminal
Shattered Light
The pressure groaned against the hull of the *Stingray*, a living thing fighting to collapse us. Mitch pressed his face to the viewport, the thick glass distorting the inky blackness. Outside, it was pure, suffocating void, broken only by the sub's cutting spotlights. "Two thousand fathoms," Lena's voice crackled, tight as a drum, through the comms. "Holding steady. For now."
By HAADI2 months ago in Criminal