Creative Writing: Mr. Gerald Absinthe's Home

Sunshine was pouring out from in between the buildings, casting shadows all around Ponyboy and the gang as they walked to Pony’s school. They were taking their time walking down the streets and for the first time they all were really seeing what was all around them. Memories were surfacing in their minds showing them what it all meant to them. With every step they took on the sidewalk they remembered a different memory as if they were walking down memory lane. Ponyboy didn’t think it was possible for him to be walking down this street for the last time as a high school student, but he had gone through the years with great grades that earned him many scholarships.

They used fingerprint powder to find out who was driving the car. There were fingerprints found in the car.

After securing the outside perimeter, Crime Scene Investigators meticulously searched inside the dwelling; taking videos, photographs, and collecting over 1,000 fingerprints. The bedrooms had been ransacked but very few items of value had been taken. In fact, other items of value were left untouched such as cash (which was left in the open) and a safe, leading investigators to believe that robbery was not the motive. Among all of the evidence collected, two pieces of evidence

Lila lay on her bed staring at the ceiling thinking over the events of the evening. The more she recalled, the more she was mortified for acting like a love sick, slobbering idiot in front of not only the most beautiful man she’d ever met, but he was her best friends cousin of all things! Lila groaned, burying her head into her pillow. She tried to console herself by thinking she would never see him again. She could avoid him by simply not going back there. It wouldn’t be too difficult to do. She would never have the guts to venture to a club like that on her own. This is exactly the reason that Rachael had taken her there. Lila was trying to convince herself he was charming to all the ladies. He worked at a night club. Of course he would

Two cigarette butts, a glove, a plastic bag, a condom and a lighter were found. Police lifted footprints, and possible blood samples from the bathroom, hallway and floor at the front door. The comforter washed at four in the morning was also taken.

“I don’t know Richard!” his mother yelled, finally fighting back. “I don’t know, but I cannot live with that wretched girl for a day longer!”

How: Donald Smith was the suspect at first because everything matches the crime scene. But then he later said that he has a identical twin and his name is Ronald Smith. Ronald Smith later then got tested for his fingerprints and were matched with the one at the crime scene and he admitted to his crime. Case 4: Who: The victim was a 78 year old Lucille Johnson and the suspect was John

The police clearly knew that there was another person involved from the way the crime scene laid out. The investigators were confused because they could not find a motive for a person to gun down the innocent couple, “On the face of it there was no reason for the crime. There was no theft. There was no sexual molestation. There was no murder weapon. Somebody else had been involved. But the gravel was too frozen to show footprints or even fresh tire tracks” (Lake Herman). Sadly, December 20th, 1968 a record for the coldest day was broken and this resulted in the ground being hard, so no footprints or tire tracks were shown. The crime scene led the police and investigators nowhere because nothing was left behind to point them in the right direction in

“What do you want Monroe? Dinner’s in the fridge. Where have you been?!" she claimed coming down the stairs with her short grey hair wrapped in a striped towel.

How the problem occurs in the book is, when Alice goes to the Florida beach cottage where she always spends her birthday week. She notices things changed, half of the usual vacationers are not coming this year. Alice thinks of these people as family, and now with the new renters, she does not know what to think. Then Alice beginnings to feel more troubled as Kate someone she sees as an aunt shows up with a boyfriend and his daughter. Alice feels upset and uneasy about all the new changes and finds nothing to be perfect like she imagined at all. The problem occurs when things don’t go as Alice planned.

On November 10, 20016 at about 1800, I, Officer Yatta Pewa and my partner dispatched to a domestic disturbance call at 4932 Park Street. Upon arrival, I met with a white female named Maryann McCarty (DOB 4-17-55). Maryann was upset as she opened the door.

When they reach Estelle Louise’s driveway, Clemmy Sue eased the Ford into the entrance, and stopped thirty feet from her mailbox.

Saturday night in Muncie there was definitely only one place to be. It was a little hole in the wall bar named Valhalla. This bar is amazing. It's small but has a wicked light and sound system that puts bigger clubs to shame. And the place was definitely filled up with others like myself trying to get a taste of the Hoosier Heavy that is the Muncie metal scene.

“The information released last night was the cameras were not working the day before the robbery, so the robber knew to rob the museum that night. The robber left no fingerprint marks and no shoe marks. He/she must have been wearing gloves or wiped his/her fingerprints after he got the paintings. He also must be wearing cloth under the shoes police say,” a reporter who looked very weary said.

The forest behind Aiden's house were thick, and stretched on for miles. Tall pines, maples, and oaks reached up from the ground, their green and scarlet tipped fingers scraping the sky. Green-gold morning light filtered through the dense canopy above his head, and a few early fallen leaves crunched beneath his feet. A lazy stream trickled its way through the tangle of roots and heavy underbrush, gurgling softly as it went; the scales of small fish flashing below its crystal surface.