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.
Of Three Legged Dogs and Non Existent Pigeons
Station House Security is probably one of the most boring posts one can receive as a cop. It's your job to make sure that unauthorized individuals aren't allowed to walk right up to the desk officer. It's kinda like being a Walmart Greeter, but with a gun and without the shopping cart.
By Erik Tenkar5 years ago in Criminal
Drugs, Girls, Crime, Prison, University & Near Deaths (DGCPUND) Part 1
I started smoking cannabis from a young age. I remember the first time like it was yesterday. On an empty train with my friend heading back home. We both stood at the end of the carriage, heads out of the sliding windows, puffing the smoke. We coughed many times, our virgin lungs did not recognise what we were inhaling. It was becoming very popular amongst teens and most of my friends had already tried it. I didn't know it would lead to a long term addiction. We laughed for hours and ended the night throwing up, but what an experience it was. I was a 14 year old teenager with an over protective mother. A single over protective mother. I could hear her words in my head "cannabis will kill you and you will end up brainless". Wise words from an immigrant mother of two. She only brought us to the UK for a better life. Back home in Iran this place is some sort of magical island. Everyone thinks the Queen is walking around the city shaking hands. How deluded are they. In reality things are very different. This place has it's own share of struggles. Almost 70 million people cramped into a small area of land, but a land of opportunity nonetheless. Humans are valued over here. We have rights, and promised an equal chance to make something out of ourselves. In Iran you are just a number. Forced into behaving Islamic, even if you are not enlightened by Islam. From my understanding, the leaders just want us to follow the right path. A path which would lead us to heaven, as they keep preaching to us. A theological regime with the aims of controlling the people in order for them to benefit. The true definition of eternal freedom, god consciousness. Unfortunately that system does not benefit everyone. People end up hating Islam instead, as they feel like they can't think and act for themselves. They feel forced to do certain things in order to come across religious. The females all have to wear headscarf, not something they practice properly. Most times the headscarf is just about covering their hair. The men have to behave morally correct in order to represent the core principles of the clerics. Live as the prophets of Islam may have lived. I took a deep hit of the cannabis joint waiting for death to come for me. "Cannabis will kill you" still ringing in my ears. I felt a pounding sensation in my chest. Sweat was dripping down my forehead. I saw my reflection in the window of a car, I looked pale. Maybe she is right. Maybe I am going to die.
By Ali Elyas Shahali5 years ago in Criminal
What Are The Do’s And Dont’s Of A Private Detective Agency In Delhi?
A private detective is not as independent as any investigator in the government or anywhere in the world. There are probably many opinions for private investigators and many laws to follow. To be a private detective or investigator many different things need to be kept in mind and you should also know what you can and cannot do. Do not panic because this article will show you some things a private detective can and cannot do. Keep reading to get all the information.
By fida matrimonial5 years ago in Criminal
Crime Scenes and Raspberry Jam
It was my second week of field training when I got my first crime scene assigned to me. At roll call, myself and my partner were told to immediately fall out and respond to the housing project on e163 street. There were numerous buildings in the complex, each in the 10-14 story range for height. One of the first things I had noticed when I had the post earlier in the week were the number of people middle aged and younger walking with limps, canes and in wheel chairs. I mentioned my observation to a cop with a little more time on then me, and he suggested it had to do with the large number of shootings in the precinct. It was as good an answer as any, but it didn't make me feel all that much better.
By Erik Tenkar5 years ago in Criminal
Dear Mr. Police Officer
Dear Mr. Police Officer, You probably do not remember me. In fact, you probably forgot my face the moment I walked out your office door. That’s okay, I don’t need you to know who I am, but I will never forget you. Your scrawny frame, the same mustache typically seen in cartoons, the look on your face when you were finished listening to my story. I did not want to go to the station, but the guy I went to tell you about had started spreading rumors about me. He told people I wanted what he did, that I enjoyed it. I could have lived my whole life without talking to you and I might as well have. But he took things too far and now your face lives in the darkest parts of my brain. Right next to his. I walked into the station and a lady told me to write down everything about what had happened. I tried so hard, but my mind was still fighting to deny the things that had happened to me. So, I wrote down the easy parts, the parts I told my mom when I finally couldn't stand her frustration at my decision to ignore his "kind gestures" any longer. I cried while I watched those words fall from my pen and a female police officer looked at me like she knew. If only I could have spoken to her instead of you. When I walked into your office did you see me? I mean really see me, or was it like I wasn’t there at all? As I sat there and tried to tell you about something I had been trying so hard to forget could you see the words that refused to come out of my mouth? When you looked at me and told me that you didn’t believe me did you see the hope die out? I have had so many struggles in my life and what that boy did to me was among the lesser. When I first walked in, I thought that was my chance. My chance for someone to see me, for someone to take away at least some of the pain that weighed so heavily on my sixteen-year-old shoulders. Even just that small amount would have been enough to make my life feel worth something. To make me believe that my pain and the healing that comes after, could be a priority. Did you know that because of what you said I would have to spend the rest of my life carrying that burden silently? I am only twenty-three now, but oh what a burdened twenty-three that is. My mother hardly said anything when I told her what you said. What was there for her to say anyways? What happened to me happens to so many. She put me in counseling but somehow that ended up being for her instead. I wonder how different that would have been if I had been able to speak. No matter how hard I have tried to make the words come out it is like I am trapped in my silence. And no one can let me out. To be honest I think about you more often than I think about him now. People do terrible things all the time and I have seen more than my fair share. But you… You were my hope when I had spent my life being silenced and all you did was dismiss the violence. Maybe I could be someone better today, more bubbly and less broken. Like the people I so admire. If you had not shattered my hope perhaps I could have been that same hope for others. Instead I ended up more beat down and broken because I spent so much of my life trying desperately to prove to myself that I was worth being loved and listened to… maybe even understood. Mr. Police Officer, I do not want you to feel bad about yourself. If you are still working just please do better for somebody else.
By Sara Splendore 5 years ago in Criminal
Cocaine Drug Effects
Cocaine drug effects can vary widely according to the individual, the dosage of the drug taken and whether the drug is smoked or injected. Cocaine has been found to have both short term and long term effects and can be particularly hazardous to the individual's mental health and physical health as a result.
By Charlotte lollar5 years ago in Criminal
United States of America
It has been an open Pandora's box for gross staff abuse of prisoner's rights. Prison employees file false disciplinary charges against inmates in retaliation for inmates writing complaints. The legal argument is aimed at improper prison conditions of an over 100 year old prison and their racist authority toward African Americans. I decided to do a little more about my situation than the average prisoner in my situation. First of all, take a look at the commissary, commissary staff made jokes with several inmate workers. Saying things like, "How much do you think we could sell the pre-cooked chicken for?" Dollar amount was speculated among staff and inmates, like a business deal in hope of high profit. Don't hesitate to seek an audit of funds and prices on the commissary for embezzlement of money.
By Organic Products 5 years ago in Criminal
My Friend, Mentor, and Business Partner Is a Convicted Criminal
It has been two years since my last story, which means I have, once again, broken my promise to keep my writing consistent on all platforms. I do not want to imply that I have stopped writing altogether, only that my hand has been occupied with a project that demanded focus. Since my last post here, I have published a book and come very close to a second volume about an event of great significance in my life - even if I lacked awareness of that significance until recently.
By Peyton J. Dracco5 years ago in Criminal
