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.
Hero
Guilt is worse when everyone thinks you're wonderful. For weeks, Sydney's major newspaper was on my sofa, folded in half with the page 5 headline 'Local Woman Saves Mother and Child' staring up at me. I remember speaking to the reporter for about two minutes. Everything he's written is technically true, but he's made it sound like I dragged two unconscious bodies from a crashed car that exploded seconds later (the car didn't even catch fire). And of course there's something he doesn't know. Something no one knows.
By JasonWadeDunn5 years ago in Criminal
Rosso
The old wood floor was creaking. The roof was leaking and the wood studs were significantly broken. The moisture of the Greek island didn’t help but continue deteriorating the buildings wooden joists. Pieces of the ceiling painting were collapsing little by little, day by day. The marble cornice had already cracked when this big cymatium piece fell on the street. The Department of Buildings gave them no option but to abandon the house. Rosso was its name, given by the locals. Rosso because blood had watered its walls. But it was still their inheritance. “We don’t care about your inheritance. The house belongs to the city now. Whatever remains of it of course. The house... The house... The house...”
By Niria Kountouri5 years ago in Criminal
Rosso
The old wood floor was creaking. The roof was leaking and the wood studs were significantly broken. The moisture of the Greek island didn’t help but continue deteriorating the buildings wooden joists. Pieces of the ceiling painting were collapsing little by little, day by day. The marble cornice had already cracked when this big cymatium piece fell on the street. The Department of Buildings gave them no option but to abandon the house. Rosso was its name, given by the locals. Rosso because blood had watered its walls. But it was still their inheritance. “We don’t care about your inheritance. The house belongs to the city now. Whatever remains of it of course. The house... The house... The house...”
By Niria Kountouri5 years ago in Criminal
The Little Black Book of Secrets We Keep
Gracie Love strolled into the courtroom while people stared at her. Some of people were thankful that she had the opportunity to tell her truth and some of the people looked angry. The people who looked angry were perhaps, misled by the stories of people who tried to get away with several crimes. The Robinson family wanted Gracie to keep her mouth shut, but the truth had been held in her heart and mind for much too long. She braced herself firmly on the arm of her husband, David Love who was there to support her as they took a seat on the wooden bench closest to the door.
By Tavetta Patterson5 years ago in Criminal
The Billionaires Secret
"Lizzy get down!!" yells my best friend Sarah. I see her drop to the floor and not a second later as if something pulled on me, I did the same. As I am falling to the floor, my heart drops. I heard a faint whistle and then the crash of broken glass. Then the realization hit that the driver side window just got shot out right were my head used to be. While I'm on the ground in complete shock, Sarah managed to open the back door. She was half way in, when I hear another faint whistle and Sarah let out a high pitch scream as a bullet tears through her thigh. She pulls her feet in the rest of the way and closes the door. I roll under the car trying to seek shelter from the shooter. From what I could tell they were on the left side of the car, hidden somewhere in the dense tree line. So I rolled out to the right side of the car praying that I didn't misjudge their location. I sigh in relief as I open the passenger side door. Then all I could hear is Sarah's muffled cries. I look at her and see that her left leg is covered in blood. I take off the sweater I'm wearing and hand it to her "put pressure on it, okay". She shakes her head yes and did just that. I turn around to start the car, and in the rear view mirror I see the silhouette of a man standing behind us. He's a few feet away from the car, and he's holding a gun. It's aimed right at us. I start the car and put it in reverse. "Stay down!!" I yell at Sarah as I hit the gas. I head straight for him, pressing the gas pedal as hard as I can. He fires a few shots at the car but jumps over before I could hit him. He's on the floor and looking straight at me as I drive by. I kept going until I was all the way down the driveway of the log cabin we were staying at. I back into the road and switch into drive to pull away. I'm driving as fast as I can to get away. I ran all of the stop signs and red lights, my only priority is to get away from him as fast as I can. We were about 8 miles away from the log cabin when I pullover to the side of the road. I put my hazard lights on and get out. I go to the trunk and grab the med kit my dad packed when we left on our trip. I grab the gauze, medical tape, antibiotics and the tweezers an bottle of water. I walked over to the backdoor and helped Sarah to the edge of the seat to try to fix her wound on her leg. I managed to get the bullet out although the pain had her resisting completely. I wrap and tape her leg up. As I am putting the med kit back, I grab the leather suitcase that we found in the log cabin. "Do you suppose this is what we were getting shot at over?" I asked Sarah as I put it onto the trunk of the car? I opened it, The 20,000 dollars was still there and so was the black note book. I grab the note book and open it to see what's inside that's sooo important that we almost lost our lives. It was so wierd, I just couldn't make sense of it, it was in some kind of code. "We need to go before they find us, and they still have Jess, we have to go to the cops Liz" said Sarah. I shook my head no. "We can't go to the cops, they might kill her if we do" I said. As tears roll down her face she asks "What do we do then?". " Give me a minute, I have to think about it... there's only one thing to do, we negotiate" I answered. She nods her head in agreement as I put the book back and close the trunk. I walk to the driverside door and get in. I start the car and start heading in the direction of the nearest town. "Get comfortable and get some sleep, the next town is hours away and we need to get rid of this car. They will be looking for it" I said as I turn on the radio to tone out the doubtful thoughts I was having.
By Cynthia E. Collazo5 years ago in Criminal
Kairn’s Cause
Kairn’s clothes clung to his shivering body as he watched a car slowly pull away from the gate he was overlooking. It was a miserable night. The black sedan slowly pulled down the long drive with its wipers on full blast in an effort to battle the downpour. It did as much good as the poncho Kairn chose to wear for this excursion.
By Dan Sawyer5 years ago in Criminal
Litter Rat
It was an ordinary, New York day as Thomas walked towards the last car of the subway. He always did this, as he thought it’d be less crowded and quicker to his bodega. Thomas rode the subway often, not as a choice, but because he had a deep rooted phobia of driving and car crashes. Plus if he walked, his bags would either break before he got back home or would get mugged. He rode the train frequently, so he knew the most and least populated times of the train. Average Tuesday afternoons consisted of only two people populating the last car around 3 o’clock. Tuesday trips on the subway consisted of Thomas putting both earbuds in and getting lost to Smashing Pumpkins.
By Holly Clark5 years ago in Criminal
Karma
We’d been lucky for so long. Our customers were great, new and regulars alike that we hadn’t had to deal with any true-blue, full-blown, let-me-speak-to-your-manager types. Not tonight. The four-top of Karens walked in like we owed them money, wore their masks below their noses, had the proverbial Karen haircuts, and probably had their homes decorated in Live, Laugh, Love. They were dragons, breathed fire and condescension, and were seated in my section.
By Angila Tremblay5 years ago in Criminal
Infamous Little Black Book
Sari Montgomery opened her office door, moved inside, and shut it with a decisively quiet snap. Although she'd been a detective for eight years, few saw beyond the statuesque elegant woman with rich auburn hair and intelligent green eyes. Consequently, people tended to underestimate her abilities which worked in her favour, guaranteeing the breathing room required to gather pertinent evidence necessary in building a solid case to convict a perpetrator.
By Phyllis Holt5 years ago in Criminal
The Precipice
It was too fast. Everything happened far too quickly. The rain, the spin, the car, the man. Too fast. I lifted my head off the steering wheel with the words still echoing in my mind. I touched a shaking hand to my brow. It was far too dark to tell whether the wetness was from the rain coming through the windshield, or a cut from the impact.
By Liz Gleason5 years ago in Criminal
