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Part One: Eat Your Filthy Heart Out "Why would you come back here, Ezekiel?" she screams. "To see you, of course." the young man replies.
A man was found murdered on Sunday morning. His wife immediately called the police. The police questioned the wife and staff and got these alibis: The Wife said she was sleeping.
A workman was killed at a construction site. The police began questioning a number of the other workers. Based with past brushes with the law, many of these workers were considered prime suspects.
I fell in love with the house As I was driving by The white picket fence Drew me to it, I never knew why With the keys in my hand I felt as though I'd burst A local from the village Told me my home...
#household A knock or tap heard at the door, Barb guessed at Nell but was not sure.
Sorry guys couldn't resist I adore Hollyoaks right now. The plot is getting pretty good now that Lynsey's been murderers and Ally is lying to everyone.
"mommy I'm scared" The little girl said Sat up real quick And ran from her bed Off to her mother room That little girl went She cried when she saw Blood dripping from the vent A bang and a...
The pure white lights shining down from above make Ana smile with joy as she thinks about her parents, her friends and how longs she's waited for this day "I"m getting a real charge" She says to her...
A bit more of my detective story!... I resist the urge to shout after Phillip, instead, I sit at the bar, spirits low, heart dead.
It was a cold, hard winters morning my parents were at work and my friends, well I didn't have any. I'm in a tragically poor family.
Quick but hey, enjoy. I awoke with another sudden start. Then held my head as I felt dizzy with the room spinning. Although I managed to shake it off. I heard footsteps. I hopped out my bed once more.
"Sir, we have searched the room high and low, but there is no sign of a murder weapon" said young Constable Skinner to me.
Chapter 2. Exhibit A (Part 3) "Are you alright Crystal?" She asked pausing. Her fingers hovering over the telephone key pad. "It's..." I reach over and pull the cord of the phone out the wall.
Chapter 2. Exhibit A (Part 2) "Whats this?" I heard the store manager Greg yell. He must have found the slimy red trail. I hurried towards him.
Chapter 2. Exhibit A (Part 1) Life. Life for a crime I hadn't even committed. But I'd seen the footage. I could see why they believed I was guilty. I almost believe it myself.
"Olivia what the hell are you doing you've been gone for ages"her aggrivated father yelled down the phone. "Dad,I told you I was going out for a while"Olivia replied.
I have written a bit more of my story, so here it is. Phillip Sherratt sits at the bar, his dark hair ruffled; his chestnut eyes cast downwards in sorrow. I approach in caution, wary of him.
I am writing a detective story in English, and thought I might put the start of it on Opuss, to see what you think. I woke in a cold sweat, eyes darting frantically around the room.
Mary Gillespie was the new girl at Monroe High. She found it hard to fit in with the girls in her grade.
Nala laid, dead. Her hands placed gently over her fragile body.
Before my stomach conveniently decided to be sick on the rear bumper of the car, all I really had time to glimpse was her face. It looked as neutral and silent as it had a few hours earlier.
A few days later, Mia and James had created a trustful bond between them. Mia was still uncertain of James but all was well. However, the pair were struggling to find food.
Sitting down at the table I opened the boxes and began reading the letters, articles and reports...
Deduction is a powerful word. Deduction itself is even more powerful. " To subtract something from another. " My area indeed. I can tell if a man has been to war by his posture.