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Puzzled Mysteries Part 6
Chapter 11 The next morning, I woke up, took Chasity and Jinx for a walk, even though it was more like they were walking me, then had breakfast and was at work by nine o'clock.
By Mathew Kentner8 years ago in Criminal
The Killer Within!
There are many types of people in the world. Some are good and others are, well, not good. Unless one has a divine background, we all have to deal with our demons. Many manage to keep them under control while others do not. This is why we have jails and penitentiaries for those who cannot control their demons. This constant inner struggle is a part of life. I should know. I have struggled with my demons early on in life. That’s right. I admit that I had to struggle, too.
By Maurice Bernier8 years ago in Criminal
Opinion: Is Being a Criminal in Your Genetics?
In light of recent events — most notably the instance of the Florida school shooting — I want to turn my attention to a largely controversial and endlessly talked about topic. What makes a criminal into a criminal? Is it plausible that some of us may be born with certain DNA that would, in turn, make us more likely to commit criminal acts, or is it the environmental factors that make all the difference? We won’t truly ever know.
By Charlotte MG8 years ago in Criminal
My Life With a Sociopath
Now, now, I know you think I am exaggerating, so let me explain... I grew up with a guy named "Jamie." I was 4 years old when he was born. He is "family," but not family. He had a junkie dad who never stuck around and a mother with a whole host of problems of her own.
By LilithV8 years ago in Criminal
Puzzled Mysteries Part 5
Chapter 9 When we drove up to the apartment building where I saw the gunfire coming from, I said to Steve, "Go around to the fire escape around the back. I think he climbed down there to get off the roof."
By Mathew Kentner8 years ago in Criminal
Bands That Serial Killers Loved
Serial killers are a strange breed of criminal, and that's precisely why they are the most heavily studied criminal population in jail right now. Criminologists study everything about them from their childhoods to their family lives.
By Ossiana Tepfenhart8 years ago in Criminal
A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing
“Stacey, I’m telling you, he was a total dick! I even offered to show the guy some of our high-end houses—though I know he couldn’t afford them—and he told me to go fuck myself! Can you believe that?”
By S. Marie8 years ago in Criminal
Blood on the Road
I've been running with the headlights off for the last half mile but as I approach the bottom of the last hill I kill the engine and let the old Charger's momentum carry carry me up to the top. I step out of the vehicle and then hop on to the roof. My dad would have cringed to see my heavy boots on the roof of his car, but then he would not have thought so highly of the bullet holes she had gathered over the years either.
By Trace Morales8 years ago in Criminal
Puzzled Mysteries Part 4
Chapter 7 The next morning, I got woken up by Jinx and Chasity jumping on my bed. Jinx is a one-year-old chocolate lab and Chasity is about two years old and she is an American Staffershire Hound. They are both about one hundred pounds in weight, such big dogs, and both are very strong and very loyal.
By Mathew Kentner8 years ago in Criminal
Killer Candy
Candy, also called sweets or lollies, is a confection that features sugar as a principal ingredient. Also known as: poison in a colored paper. I can't stand candy. The last time I had candy was when I was five years old. I almost died from choking on a small-ish piece. Every Halloween I pass goodie bags of pencils, small notepads with characters on them, a small bag of mini cheese balls, and a small toy. Candy is not tolerated in my house. Sure you can hate me all you want but I will never give in. I'm not a health freak either. I'm Emilia Grey. A teacher at Candran Elementary school.
By Bonnie Black8 years ago in Criminal
Puzzled Mysteries Part 3
Chapter 5 Within ten minutes of me getting off the phone with the 911 operator, I started to hear sirens. I breathed a sign of relief and I finally began to relax.
By Mathew Kentner8 years ago in Criminal
Death by a Lamb
The wintery cold air blew from the North giving me a sneeze. I grabbed my coat as I shivered from the freezing weather. I looked up at the long line that seemed endless as more customers approached. Today was a pretty busy day. Lots of customers are in line and the conversations I heard grew gradually. It must be because a traditional holiday is near, sending tons of visitors and tourists crowded all over the town to pay a visit for their loved ones. Although today was filled with exhaustion from the unusual busy work, the customers at the neighborhood grocery were mostly nice and kind. It was nice to have someone to talk to on a day like this. Especially, the old women with the hair like the color of shredded paper and ageless worn cloth which you can find across 71st Ave. Oh, and also that young twelve-year-old girl named Amy who I just remembered. I had the longest conversation with Amy, whose hair was like fire red, her cloth was new and fancy made from her own mother’s talented little hands, whose shoes were as blue as the cold night sky, and her eyes were like the never-ending ocean over the horizon. Her smile was warmer than sunshine. Amy always cheered me up. It’s her personality that naturally does the job.
By angela lu8 years ago in Criminal