fact or fiction
Is it fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the myths and beliefs we hold about copycat killers, eyewitnesses testimony, what makes a murderer and more.
The Best Legal Consultant for Commercial Mediation for Business Owners.
What is Commercial mediation for Business Owners in Dubai? Commercial mediation is when two or more parties can resolve commercial disputes through an agreed-upon mediator for business. This process helps to saves time and costs by avoiding the courts, has no legal standing in North Carolina, but provides legal protection for all involved parties. Regardless of whether you are a business owner or an employee looking to resolve a dispute, you need to understand the advantages of commercial mediation for your business and the way it could help to protect your company.
By Alqada Marketing5 years ago in Criminal
Carl
Carl looked in the mirror nervously, running the comb through his gray beard. He couldn't remember ever feeling this nervous. His stomach was in knots, and for a brief moment, he thought he was going to lose his dinner. He closed his eyes tightly, took a slow, deep breath in through his nose, and let it out carefully through pursed lips. He opened his eyes and examined his image in the mirror once again.
By Mayra Martinez5 years ago in Criminal
The Walk
March 31, 2009 It started off like any other Tuesday. 5:44 a.m. and the music starts blasting. Sharon sprung up, turned the coffee pot on, and proceeded to the bathroom for her shower. After that, she wakes up her fiancé, Don, followed by her 3 year old son, Mikey, for a quick breakfast before they all run out the door for the day. She has to take Mikey to the sitter, Dana, and drop Don off at work before going into the bank to start her own work day. Dana, who is also Don's sister, was Mikey's babysitter at the time. She was a total lifesaver.
By Sharon Smith5 years ago in Criminal
Death in the Ravine
I grew up in a small, lively neighbourhood boarding our city’s river valley. Until I was 12, I lived in a little white bungalow, blocks from the ravine where my parents used to take my little brother and me for walks, or to meet up with other family’s to spend hot afternoons splashing in the creek. I wandered the maze of paths that weaved through the forest of trees, playing with friends when we were old enough to go off on our own, or sometimes alone. I thought walking through the woods was an adventure, that each turn could lead to something unexpected. On nice days the pathways were crowded with people out walking or biking, but other days it felt like I had a whole forest to myself. Filled with possibilities.
By Clara Jennings5 years ago in Criminal










