Thousands of free stories. Support your favorites when you're ready.
Showing stories tagged with #detective-story Clear filter
CHAPTER 1 It was long ago... Juliet looked out her window as she realized this was the day where her new tenants would come. Her blue-green eyes were tired from last nights unrestful sleep.
On the 2nd of January 1968 a crime was committed which brought shock to everyone but the only problem was that the killer was so good he hd left no evidence it was up to detective Stanley brown to...
I feeling mom was right. I had a feeling Ruber ran away for a reason.Ruber never just runs away.At least he never has before. I was downstairs eating a bowl of cereal when my dad called.
//sorry for the late post. I had exams and had to study // Chapter 5 After dinner, John dropped me home. "When there's a new case, feel free to call" I recommended.
'Where?' 'Just through there, sir.' As I put my badge back into my coat I looked up and could see where the young patrolman was pointing. I nodded my acknowledgement and walked on.
"Everything was going to plan until that summer of 1969. However many may not remember unfortunately I'm one of those few who do. You see I was there in the middle of it all that summer.
"Why should i care?" Alana said not bothering to look up from her phone. "Because ill rip your guts out if you DO!" Sarah said. "I highly doubt that.
Body beach 13 I sat on the hospital chair dozing off into a sleep that would greet me with nightmares. A hand touched my shoulder. I opened my eyes to see Larissa's parents.
Body beach 8 I ran upstairs surprisingly excited, but I stopped in my tracks. I can't go. I have to stay here until I know about Fiona and Larissa, I also need to be questioned again.
Body beach 4 "Lilliana?" Said detective Winslow as he strode confidently towards me. I looked towards him as if I acknowledged his call.
Chapter one- Gone Gone. Everything. Gone. How could they have taken all of this. Every one of my possessions. Why everything. My house was robbed. They took every last thing.
Chapter 4 After stepping out into the cool, summer breeze I realise that I was only taken a couple of blocks away from where I was kidnapped. Now I have to find Ed before he kills himself.
Chapter 2 'So' says Ed, 'I guess we wait until the source contacts us again' The source. The name of our new work source. Makes sense to me.
#twisted When the phone rang, James Black was reading a newspaper and eating his breakfast. He reached across the table, picked up the phone and spoke: 'Hello?' 'Hello, is this James Black.
'You dirty bastard.
It's a game of whodunnit, And a very vivid scene, Was a murder in the kitchen, And she didn't even scream, Was it candlestick or poison, Was it dagger or a gun, And we can not help but wonder, Was it...
Strong language ... Or light swearing depending on how you see it.
I resist the urge to shout after Phillip, instead, I sit at the bar, spirits low, heart dead. His sullen expression is imprinted in my mind, a reminder of the reality of life. Everyone dies.
I've already posted bits of this story, but I realised that I never actually posted the end. So, I decided to post the whole thing in four or three parts, and, well, here's the first one.
I woke up and quickly felt my heart, there was no wound though, I was amazed by this, I walked to my office not noticing the lack of people around the city, I went into my office and quickly started...
Detective Burrfoot is ahead of the game, I laugh when I watch from afar. Tat for tit and a bit in another name, Impartial, I follow only my star.
Everybody thought the house on Mysteria Road was empty, deserted. Nobody had lived there in years. Ally Carter begged to differ.
I examined the paperwork of our target again. Jason came into my office. " Here" he said, handing me some coffee. I thanked him. Yesterday we lost our target, on the chase.
Blood on the ceiling, Blood on the floor. Splattered on the walls, Smeared on the door. What happened here. I do not know. Any witnesses found. Doesn't appear to be so. Well do we have any leads.