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.
I GOT THE TWENTY
I GOT THE TWENTY I had to go down and see Barney once he called. He would fix my car. I would get him out of fixes. I gave him the usual advice, don’t say anything to the police, don’t say anything to the other prisoners. I asked who he wanted me to call. “No one,” he said.
By James S. Lawrence5 years ago in Criminal
No More Missing Sister's
The barn smelled of musk and mildew. It was silent no animals residing inside except the rats that kept to the rafters. The air cold, almost stinging my skin as I sat, scared and waiting. I tried to pay attention after they took me. A left off the road I was on, traveled about 3 miles then a right. When we hit the curves and the temperature dropped is when I finally lost track of the traveling. I slipped into an unconscious state at some point no doubt from whatever they stuck into my neck earlier that night. My head ached and my heart raced as I shivered attempting to free my hands.
By Misha Alsleben5 years ago in Criminal
The Monster
His mother died on a Wednesday. Many of the town’s people came to pay their respects, but most just offered a regretful nod, or offerings of food while keeping their eyes glued to Edgar’s feet. He was “inhuman” as he’d heard them say many times. His face was twisted and revolting, and most of the time, he spoke a language that was all his own. It wasn’t that he didn’t understand their language. He was quite astute. But they never saw that side to him. Rather they shielded their children’s eyes when he’d pass on the street and whisper horrid things to each other.
By Kelly Retz5 years ago in Criminal
FOR REASONS BEYOND CONTROL
that doesn’t take into consideration who or what may be in its path. Then again, I wonder if perhaps they move in such haste to avoid being bothered by what doesn’t affect them. This apathy is perhaps a defense mechanism that has evolved throughout time, allowing them to survive from one day to the next. Because day after day, they must face cold and rainy mornings, afternoons with an oppressive sun that instead of giving warmth and comfort, stings like needles pricking the skin, and end the day with cold and usually rainy evenings. Once I was asked if this place has any redeeming qualities. The reply was quick, “Yes, it has airports to get out as soon as possible.”
By Pedro A. Idarraga5 years ago in Criminal
The Thief's Disguise
We were introduced by a common acquaintance; Jim if I remember right. Jim put the two of us together because I wanted to invest and Bitcoin was on the rise even if it had a moment when it did hit a low. Jim gave me Brian's telephone number to correspond on WhatsApp and at first, Brian was very nice. Brian was strictly a businessman. He did not make jokes and talked only about money. I did not find it strange that I was corresponding with a man I never met or seen before. Most of the time Brian texted me around 3 a.m. my time, which was 8 a.m. his time. The time difference was troublesome at first, but I seemed to adjust after a while.
By Stephanie Battle5 years ago in Criminal
Our Nights Desire
My life isn’t perfect. Even if I imagined the ugliest cracks of what perfection might be, the person molding it, isn’t the person hoped perfection would be. I didn’t ask for a lot of things and I didn’t want anything big in particular, but the experience of it all had led me to want more bigger and better things.
By LAiney Bee5 years ago in Criminal
Betrayal of Love
"How is she? Any change?" Vin asked, looking at the fragile woman that lay hooked to machines in the middle of the room. Beside her was a man in a disarrayed black suit that had not slept in days. The man did not even look up to respond with a dejected "no." Vin shook his head and left the depressing white room. His boss wouldn't leave the room no matter how much he begged. The poor man had barely allowed the nurses to bandage him up when they'd arrived at the hospital via ambulance.
By Jennifer Biempica Villalba5 years ago in Criminal
Reason First: Scapegoat or Vicious Killer?- The Cincinnati Strangler
The electric chair would have been Posteal Laskey’s fate had his sentence not been commuted to life in prison. Laskey’s fate had his sentence not been commuted after a review of his case determined the prosecution based its case mostly on conjecture, and failed to present sufficient evidence to meet the burden for the death penalty. Convicted for the “Cincinnati Strangler” murders of the mid 1960’s, Laskey spent forty years in prison before his death of natural causes.
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Criminal
Nearly All The Days Were Still (Episode III—It Came To Him)
Disclaimer from the Narrator — Speaker — Whatever: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Also, any relationships between consecutively narrated events are likewise purely coincidental; causality — either by natural or supernatural means — is in no way implied or intended to be construed by the percipient reader.
By Joseph G. Smeall5 years ago in Criminal
