The killer didn't need heart failure as death, pain and agony waited in silence, The killer stood up fixing Anne Carter with a cool, contemptuous gaze. Anne fiddled a bit with the toothbrush, but she
Death was on an old bathroom floor that hasn't been renovated since the 1960s fighting off the rigor mortis. Dr. Ariel Rivera didn't know how it got there, but she was determined to find out. She push
The gatherers just stood around and watched the young woman suffering as their brains were being pickled by stupidity.
Kimber then started scanning the length of the train station platform and the parking lot looking for any trace of a witness. It was very early in the morning, and the streets were empty and the .....
A young teenage black boy from a drug plagued neighborhood would probably get lost in the shuffle. Chambers wanted to give that boy a voice. He was hoping something would ...........
Chambers glanced back over to the derelict, who seemed to be enjoying the interrogation. The smile on his face seemed exaggerated which suggested amusement. It was so difficult to comprehend the......
With the exception of the baby monitor, there were no other means for summoning help. There were no buttons to push, no emergency cords or intercoms. There was no dialing 911, and because she was hard
Sister Teresa Keller was just as startled as King when she walked into the kitchen and saw the teenager standing there holding a gun to her face. For King it was an involuntary reaction that made him
William Washington swallowed hard. He moved his head into the apartment just a bit, but still had enough to keep the conversation with O'Brien going. He snapped his fingers as if trying to recall some
O'Brien knew that somewhere deep down inside him, he could handle a drink. He never truly believed he can go on with his life in the state of sobriety. If he planned to drink after weeks out of rehab,
Chambers knew that every visit to the autopsy room reaffirmed a detective's need for a mental buffer between the living and the dead. The freezer held more than a dozen bodies just waiting for the dis
He would not bargain with God for his life, because it was what he deserved for killing over a hundred men in battle. He saw flesh pop and explode as their blood sprayed all over the fresh greenery...
The mass suicide had given them the myth of the raging pursuit. Everyone in the state goes around pointing fingers, and giving their expert opinion on why and how this could have happened. They also explain that the...
Kimber rattled her head for information, and she remembered the day starting off with a domestic. It was on Clinton Avenue closer to the Railroad Avenue side, a true tragedy in which a young Puerto Rican girl was...
The old woman screamed. The shadow and its fury vanished, and there was only the darkness. She was shuddering with worry. She had a premonition about a wolf attacking her granddaughter, and her premonition of dread had...
Jimmy Williams saw a pair of legs buckling in slow repetition and a glimmer of hope lit up in his eyes. He watched the paramedics struggle as they began working a device that greatly constricted the blood flow to the...
2400 Martin Luther King Boulevard shook the entire police squad. The crime scene was a back alley of an old Caldor Department store. The victim was slumped over the steering wheel with three gunshots to the side of his...
Placing the body here wasn’t strange or illogical. It made sense to leave it where no one wanted to be noticed. Whalley Avenue.
It was just after two in the morning, and the lead detective completed scouring the streets. It was in an after hours bar when two men shot at each other. Each man represented a different gang, and the lead detective...
He felt guilty because if the shooting had been someone else, the reports would have been different. The shooter would have been labeled a murderer. The young man who died would have been labeled a homicide victim. The...
For all of humanity, hell was entirely the creation of one’s own mind. Working the Westside district brought that creation to light. It was Seaside Park Diamond Six, there were four unfinished graves dug in the...
There were drugs all over the floor, his brain fried, blood splattered on the door, he sat in a wooden chair, tied
he turned the corner and saw the ambulance, the street was a light show, time of call was 0300, and that was a half an hour ago,
It took years and lots of tears, but finally he would confess, his life was a total mess...
earring ripped out of his ear, murderer gone without a single trace,as the gay community would fear, another file, another cold case.
I couldn’t believe that life could seduce an endless train of people, in order to reduce my own depression, I drew close enough to see the pulsing beauty of their unique expression,
She had difficulties remembering the events that landed her in a hospital bed, bandages were on tight,
It was a downtown scene, shot past the streetlight he thought it was green, as if to make a point,
Sirens ran through the air, it dominated every other sound, made everyone’s heart pound, an emergency was near, and that was very clear,
and the angry man had remained speechless, he was her guardian angel, the only one, but she took her own life, and his job, reluctantly done.
So many triumphs and losses came throughout the 1970's. Lets look back at some...
the dead spirits far away, their sorrows would play, as my hand moved toward my throat, lingering there as the cries grew, I drew a small, slow breath,
as she looked up at her picture, light brown hair falling into her eyes, there was fear near, it was undeniable, as she fought back the tears,
Nick PT Barnum. Wordlessly, he brings himself face to face with the serial killer, leaning forward until their eyes were less than a foot apart. The horrific murderer was sitting in a chair in a hotel room waiting for...
What could have caused such a reaction? Had she done something wrong?
Her actions, tasteful, her make-up, flawless, her manners, graceful, her laugh, infectious,
two poems here for your entertainment Like Dust and Religion failed man...
Nick PT Barnum was getting closer and he knew that, but he had a powerful drive. It was almost like an addiction. He had to kill.
two poems written by Atanacio A Wisp and Euphoric.. enjoy
The spirits would cause the most harm, as the devil would begin by turning on the charm,
Tired eyes, aching feet, he moved like a man who spent his years on the street, long, dirty and straggly hair was beginning to recede,
Trapped In A Sin She prayed faster and faster, prayers tripping one over the other, her breath she tried to draw, her throat burning and raw
His face, suspicious with a touch of coldness, no grace...
The shadows were dancing in this ghetto ballet....
War and Destruction there was a slight rise, the shooting was steady, ambush ready, bullets in the air,
Voices calling, whispers rising, then falling, face flushed red, shaking her head, walking stiffly, like the living dead,
Her eyes would twitch, she was a self proclaimed witch, fear and desperation, it was what she was facing, her pulse was racing,
the crime scene was mainly the car, with the victim slumped in the backseat, emotions did not go far, the body looked like unpackaged meat,
Summer held its own special horrors.. read some more
As a homicide detective he knew everything was wrong with his life, any man could lie to their wife,