fact or fiction
Is it fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the myths and beliefs we hold about copycat killers, eyewitnesses testimony, what makes a murderer and more.
May the truth set you free
So I sit here and all I can think of is that little black book. I believe I was about fifteen years old when I started showing signs of depression. I wasn't hanging out with friends as much and my grades had started to drop. Well at the age of sixteen I started seeing a counselor at school. She asked if I liked to write and so of course I said yes. One day during one of our sessions she handed me a little black book and said, "Here, I want you to have this. Write down your thoughts and feelings for the rest of the school year and before the last day if you feel up to it we can look over a few pages together."
By Jammie Alexander5 years ago in Criminal
Dead Man Sitting
Jeffrey sat slumped on the lower bunk of his cell, staring at his hands in silence. His attorney lifted the creases in his trouser legs a fraction, then sat on the only chair in the small, close room. He was accustomed to the smell of latrines and sweaty clothes. He often met his clients in their cells but not usually so late in the evening.
By Jonathan Tanburn5 years ago in Criminal
Caught
An innocent invention gone right, or a step toward a one-world currency? That's the question many are asking as bitcoin floods every country's market, enticing people to invest in digital currency. Who created bitcoin? What was their intention, and why did they suddenly disappear?
By Lauren J. Bennett5 years ago in Criminal
It Fell From the Sky
It was a Tuesday like any other, at least it started out that way. The year was 1979. I was on my way home from work. I had stopped at the store first, so it was later than usual. That's important to know as it was that timing that changed my life forever.
By Connie Sahlin5 years ago in Criminal
I GOT THE TWENTY
I GOT THE TWENTY I had to go down and see Barney once he called. He would fix my car. I would get him out of fixes. I gave him the usual advice, don’t say anything to the police, don’t say anything to the other prisoners. I asked who he wanted me to call. “No one,” he said.
By James S. Lawrence5 years ago in Criminal
I GOT THE TWENTY
I GOT THE TWENTY I had to go down and see Barney once he called. He would fix my car. I would get him out of fixes. I gave him the usual advice, don’t say anything to the police, don’t say anything to the other prisoners. I asked who he wanted me to call. “No one,” he said.
By James S. Lawrence5 years ago in Criminal
No More Missing Sister's
The barn smelled of musk and mildew. It was silent no animals residing inside except the rats that kept to the rafters. The air cold, almost stinging my skin as I sat, scared and waiting. I tried to pay attention after they took me. A left off the road I was on, traveled about 3 miles then a right. When we hit the curves and the temperature dropped is when I finally lost track of the traveling. I slipped into an unconscious state at some point no doubt from whatever they stuck into my neck earlier that night. My head ached and my heart raced as I shivered attempting to free my hands.
By Misha Alsleben5 years ago in Criminal
The Monster
His mother died on a Wednesday. Many of the town’s people came to pay their respects, but most just offered a regretful nod, or offerings of food while keeping their eyes glued to Edgar’s feet. He was “inhuman” as he’d heard them say many times. His face was twisted and revolting, and most of the time, he spoke a language that was all his own. It wasn’t that he didn’t understand their language. He was quite astute. But they never saw that side to him. Rather they shielded their children’s eyes when he’d pass on the street and whisper horrid things to each other.
By Kelly Retz5 years ago in Criminal
