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Chapter One Dawn was breaking, and people were beginning to leave the scene of the crime. I had never seen anything quite like the incident I witnessed tonight.
Molly's POV I cried my eyes out I was that sad. Zara was my best friend put she is dead. Emma found me.
Molly's POV In the gang there's me, Luke, Jack, Isaac and Emma. Zara used to be in it until she died or was she murdered. We was walking throw the corridors, to maths and we found Zara dead!!.
Chapter 2~ Joanne's POV A few days later my boyfriend, Vince, walks through the door of my apartment. "Joanne I'm back.." He says while looking around the apartment.
Ella... She was accused of murder. This was in 1976. Ella was only twenty four and her life changed. She had finally graduated from collage and was now a free woman.
I found her hidden behind a tree, frozen to ground, locked in a permanent frown. Dressed in white, taken in her prime, a beauty no one could deny, a shame it was her time.
Chapter 1~ Joanne's POV It was just a normal day. I was sitting on my couch watching TV when I heard the loud, and unforgiving knock at my apartment door.
Part 1 ******** The rain poured down onto the roof, running down the gutter and dripping gently onto the top of my hair.
Your eyes are open, you don't want to watch your parents getting murdered, the only thing you want is to get the hell out of there. His piercing eyes are staring at me, and all I know is that I'm...
The first somber sunday of September,. Was a night I do recall quite well,. And on that night was a frigid murder,. With quiet night pierced by obnoxious nil,. The victim with life escaping his soul,.
#riddlechallenge (Ok guys here's a real riddle that's based on an actual crime...names were changed) Tim and Jim were given poisoned drinks by an evil little lass Tim sipped - Jim chugged - soon...
//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.
There's been a murder, someone was killed, Found in the kitchen near a bowl partially filled. A pair of policemen went into the bright blue house and questioned the poor murdered someone's spouse.
Elisabeth West, jeune fille de 20 ans étudie la criminologie et les droits politique. A des ennemis jurer(comme toute fille normal). Elle cherchais un moyen de les éliminer originalement.
The next place Charlie took Anna to was the hut next to the first. This time he held her hand inside. There was a desk inside as a man sitting behind it.
Chapter Thirty Four The Bloody Truth "I-I got to go" Caden said. Serena frowned. "Alright" she said. Soon Caden turned around and started walking but soon it turned into running.
Chapter Thirty Two Truth About Forever "Ser- Serena?" he called out. "Caden!" Serena shouted. She started crying. Caden sighed and said,"Serena I love you". "Then why did you break my heart.
With a smug little smile, On her smug little face, Skipped away, Poor little Grace. She may have been smug, Annoying and a bitch, But what happened next, She was found in a ditch.
My alarm clock sounded at six o'clock Monday morning. I could barely open my eyes as I was still shockingly exhausted. "Rose?" My mother called up the stairs, making sure I was up.
The town had been painted red. Marvelous red that seemed to glow and enhance the suspicion that grew every moment. Red that splattered over the brick walls in alleyways.
#Colourchallenge #oldgold. The old house on the hill. Is cracked, faded, and gray. No smoke comes from the chimney. No cars in the driveway. No mail is in the postbox. The residents are now deceased.
Hello My name is Ruth I'm an ugly women with no children But I own an inn With my husband harry He has just run away With his new girlfriend to Hawaii Now I am sad Sad as I'll ever be With now no...
"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.
The bedroom smelt of sex and smoke, Of old cigars and passions broke. A broken bucket by the wall, Tangled sheets to break a fall. A splash of red against the bed, A book discarded, yet unread.