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 policy
"Fuck that shit, I am not going to sell this book to anyone! Leave it alone, and leave my study, now. " That small leather black book, texture so rich and smooth in my hand, disappeared quickly from my grip, the smell of old leather disappeared from under me. I looked up and straight into the eyes of the most brilliant man I know. Or I thought I knew.
By Anabelle Lai5 years ago in Criminal
Cursed Little Black Book
This has been the worst damn week of my life! Matter of fact, it has been the worst month ever. And all because of that damn little black book. It all started when I helped my friend clear out this old house, she had been wanting to remodel. You see this house was old and creepy, and I didn't have a really good feeling about it but I helped her anyway. Pulling up to this house was like something out of a nightmare or Freddy Krueger. I was half expecting to find a boiler room in the basement when we went down there to get all that stuff out of there. Thank God there wasn't one, or I'm pretty sure I would have run screaming.
By April Hoisington5 years ago in Criminal
Stolen
“Stolen” Snow gave under foot as I made my way toward the yellow beast, the only sound the crunch of boots perforating the icy layer. I took an unsatisfying pull from my coffee, now cold. It’s going to be a long day, I thought, climbing into the cage. Turning the key, I sat back to survey the area for a few moments while the engine sputtered to life. The beginning of sunlight threw glimmers across the terrain below and I hoped it would warm the frigid air.
By Teri LaBuwi5 years ago in Criminal
My Treasure
Detective Andre Duclair rushed past the frosted window and knelt on the rough fireplace bricks to ignite the kindling. Closing the spark-screen with trembling fingers, he stepped back and watched flames grow as he wriggled out of his soaking trousers.
By Donald Paul Benjamin5 years ago in Criminal
Closed Covers
Cloudy skies fully gray yet beauty still shows in the formation. Yani checks the mail before leaving for work. As she opens the mail, she receives a letter from an attorney asking her to call. "We'll its too early to call right now." Wondering why an attorney wanted to talk to her. She headed to work at her company Grind.Inc to oversee the business flow and network with customers and social media.Grind.Inc is a network of people from all occupations that help those looking for work,in need of housing, residential services such as plumbing ,landscaping,tree removal,lawyers. one stop shop for people. They also offer discounts on entertainment. Especially stylish clothing apparel.Now that it is lunch time, Yani remembers to call the Lawyer. She dials the number. "Kelly Bernstein's Office..." a woman replied. "Hello, My name is Yani. I received a letter asking me to call this office." "Please Hold." The woman replied. A few minutes later a man was on the phone. "This is Kelly Bernstein. Is this Yani Robertson?" "Yes." "Do you know anyone named Aloysuis Claire?" Kelly asked. "No." Yani replied. "Aloysuis Claire is your grandmother and she passed away and left you a house in Los Angeles California. I know this is a lot to take in but when can you come down to my office to obtain the deed?" Stunned in silence, Yani is lost in thought. She has no living relatives and does not have any immediate family due to jealousy and treachery among her very own blood. Still holding the phone she replies" Today at 3:30 pm is fine.""Ok. The address is 1475 Hustle Street. See you then." Click. 'A house in LA? I live in Pasadena. I wonder who Aloysuis Claire was. This is crazy!' Yani thought. Excited and anxious, Yani couldn't wait for 3:30 to come. She went to get lunch since it was only 2:00. The sandwich bar and grill. the turkey burger is the best. After making some calls to her assistant she headed to the lawyers office.Arriving as expected Yani walked into the lawyers office in disbelief,When she entered a man in his late 40's sat at his desk. Gray hair, stocky build, emerald green eyes. Very striking . "Ms, Yani Robertson I presume?""Yes." she replied. "Your grandmother had a twin. Twins run in your family. Are you close to your family?" "Yes twins run in my family but i am not close to them." Yani replied. "Well, your grandmother's twin had a twin, and you are a twin. She left something for you along with a letter with your name on it. Yani stood in disbelief and couldn't believe what she had just heard. Trying to process the information she took a seat and asked," How do you know this?" "Aloysuis Claire was a very close friend of mine and asked me to make sure that you receive everything that she left behind. You are the granddaughter of a woman who was good to many but comes from a blood line that despises you because of your looks and also your financial gains. Your grandmother had a twin. Her name is Mozelle Claire. She was the mischievous twin . Your grandmother had dimples and it is a family trait but Mozelle did not inherit that attribute but attractive. She has long beautiful hair and grey eyes. She fell in love with a man who was in love with another woman. That man is your grandfather,Talbert Claire. After denying her advances and seeing that his mind was made, Mozelle soon found another man that peaked her interest,Micheal Lett. After weeks of frolicking and late night evenings together, she finds that she is pregnant. When she tells Micheal that she is pregnant, he leaves claiming he had to get back to his wife and son and not wanting her to contact him again.Distraught and in despair Mozelle goes about the pregnancy and delivers a healthy Son named Marquis Claire. He has dimples just like Aloysuis and this causes her go to her sister to share her joy. However Aloysuis had twins and both with dimples and beautiful emerald eyes. Seeing the beauty in her niece and nephew she decided it was time to talk to her sister.
By Yolanda Foster5 years ago in Criminal
My boyfriend won a cooking competition
Something is going on with Patrick. Ever since he entered this cooking competition, it’s always just him and his little black notebook. Learching over the pages and writing with such vigor he might start a friction fire. I mean, I’M his girlfriend. The least he can do is pay attention to me just a little bit. His “Bailey burrito” requires some much needed attention. That’s the pet name he gave me. “Bailey burrito” yeah, vomit inducing isn’t it? Hah, only a chef would come up with that, I suppose. Though, I do want him to win. I mean, $20,000 usd?! That’s some cash we could really use right now. But ..something has been “off” I guess. It’s hard to describe. He’s got these, dark, black rings around his eyes. So much so, he’s beginning to resemble a panda.
By Tonietta graves 5 years ago in Criminal
May the truth set you free
So I sit here and all I can think of is that little black book. I believe I was about fifteen years old when I started showing signs of depression. I wasn't hanging out with friends as much and my grades had started to drop. Well at the age of sixteen I started seeing a counselor at school. She asked if I liked to write and so of course I said yes. One day during one of our sessions she handed me a little black book and said, "Here, I want you to have this. Write down your thoughts and feelings for the rest of the school year and before the last day if you feel up to it we can look over a few pages together."
By Jammie Alexander5 years ago in Criminal
Dead Man Sitting
Jeffrey sat slumped on the lower bunk of his cell, staring at his hands in silence. His attorney lifted the creases in his trouser legs a fraction, then sat on the only chair in the small, close room. He was accustomed to the smell of latrines and sweaty clothes. He often met his clients in their cells but not usually so late in the evening.
By Jonathan Tanburn5 years ago in Criminal
Caught
An innocent invention gone right, or a step toward a one-world currency? That's the question many are asking as bitcoin floods every country's market, enticing people to invest in digital currency. Who created bitcoin? What was their intention, and why did they suddenly disappear?
By Lauren J. Bennett5 years ago in Criminal
