The Thrill in the Kill…….And What it Does After Elham I. 8-1 I’m a deadbeat. There is no way to sugarcoat it (and frankly, I don’t want to). Being as profound and logical as I am, I decided to do something aside from my part-job at a convenience store: rob a bank. I probably would have gotten myself killed, but hey, no more having to reject minors for alcohol, right?…
Mr. Body's Murder It is a hot, humid, foggy morning. My adopted father, Mr. Body, is turning 30 today. He has invited five of his old friends. He has been running around all morning getting things ready, but he did something weird to Tudor Mansion something he had never done before. He was running around locking all the doors accept the kitchen, dining room, lounge and the billiard room.…
I did so, calmy, and they went to question the adult. I actually felt like they were on my side. As one officer winked at me, with a friendly expression. As the officer's were wrapping things up, I had mentally prepared my story.…
HOW COULD I FORGET? I killed her, and I had the nerve, the audacity to forget to visit her on the day she died. I’m freezing and stumbling and I can barely see. It’s too wintry for the flowers to be in bloom, and to make search even more futile, the flowers have to be white. What am I going to do?…
I have acquired an interest in criminal justice for some time now. I have recently gone through some experiences that have opened my eyes to the many hypocrisies that are ingrained into the criminal justice system. As a child and up until now, I have always thought that the courts were just and law enforcement officers stood for something more, that is not the case to me. I see a lot of corruption and a lot of nonsense, Especially towards minorities.…
Karen my wife was former alcoholic and drug addict. She used them as often as 6 times a week. It started to get out of control and I decided that she should be sent to rehab. My kids didn’t deserve to watch their mother fall apart.…
An Autumn Homicide Riding my bike to a friend’s house on a late fall day in October just before the clocks are set to fall back, a day that I remember so vividly. The transition of shorter days and longer nights where the leaves are changing to a reddish brown color just before falling with the sight of dusk upon us. It was on this day that my life almost ceased to no longer exist. On this day, my friend and I decided after school we would ride our bikes to her house to play video games just before choir rehearsal.…
I am Elizabeth Herrera. I am 17 years old, a senior at Desert Hot Spring High School and I am guilty of 1st degree murder. Yes, I did plan it and it was premeditated. I planned it for years actually, 7 years to be exact. It took me a couple years to accept what he had done to my family.…
Impossible! I went all over the country; most people were calling me a murderer. In 2000 after James’s death, half of the people thought that I was the one who killed him, but I was not the one guilty. On 8/25/2000, my friends and I were at the gun shop to buy a gun because we were a group of gangsters. James came into the market.…
A brother’s murder is very similar to a tragic abrupt moment in my life. One night a week from Halloween I have gotten a pensive call from my cousin, she said that my cousin John has been shot. It was eleven o’clock at night, John and his friend was walking from the store to go to John’s girlfriend house. As they was walking John noticed someone was following them, then they turned a corner the guy turned a corner. I was on the phone with John that night, his mother and I told him to carry his gun late at night but this time he did not listen.…
I had too. My mother need vengeance for her death. She died several months ago and I needed to find the killer. The police told me not to worry, that they’ll find my mother’s killer soon. I grew up with half-trues and I didn’t need more, especially from the police.…
The cop with blonde hair and blue eyes dragged me out of the car and walked me inside. I stared at my so called ‘friends’ as I walked by them. The cop checked me in by going through paperwork and the fingerprinting. When they fingerprinted me it was gross feeling and slimy. After that I went to change into the orange suit, they were baggy and just felt gross, because I don’t know who else has worn them or if they wash them after using them.…
The stench was overwhelming, foul meat, maybe, but Joey didn 't give a damn, he 'd been staking out a nightclub and searching for the weapon responsible for the murder of a stripper. Undercover cops were used to diving in dumpsters, he wiped the spoiled food off the butcher’s knife and bagged it, just another day on the job for the stocky built Irishman, a fireplug, with a relentless pursuit of bad guys. His back-up pulled in the alleyway, with the disposition of a talk show host, before his morning coffee. He barked at Joey about some stupid shit, handed him a cup of brew, and sped down 4th Street, they were on their way to the rear entrance of the police station. "Park here Tony, the morning crew isn 't in yet.…
Murder narrative I woke up the other day and went out to get the mail. I went back in my house and looked threw it. I had received an invitation . It said I'm inviting you to the grand opening of my mansion.…
Have you ever felt like you were in danger? As if you knew that something bad was about to happen? From these incidents, how many times have you been right ? Sometimes our gut feeling can let us know when something is wrong. However, we often tend to judge others without thinking and can offend them in the process.…