Jeopardy: A Short Story

* 2. newly-discovered evidence which, if introduced at the trial, would probably have produced a

arraignment date. On the date set the defendant will specify if they are guilt, not guilty, or

In a criminological stand point, Emily would be pinned as a psychopath. A psychopath feels no remorse or empathy. Another sign is being antisocial, which the narrator states “After her father’s death she went out very little; after her sweetheart went away, people hardly saw her at all”(53). Emily is portrayed throughout the story with these very distinct

“Wait! How did you know what I was thinking!?!” -- colored her tone. ‘Could he be a mind reader?’ Nervously wringing her hands as she inched away.

Leaving her room she was about to enter Rin’s room when she heard a tiny whimper and a shuffling in the bathroom down the hallway. Saskia bolted for the bathroom, the hallway never felt so long to her before. As she was about to enter the bathroom a man, a strong, tall, and very well built man ran out of the bathroom running toward the window at the end of the hall. Saskia griped her knife and lunged at him, but apparently missed because he succeeded in jumping out the window with a practically a perfect landing and ran. Too concerned for her sister’s wellbeing Saskia ignored the broken window and the man and whipped into the bathroom to find her sister lying on the bathroom floor looking just like what her mother did that night, eyes staring at the ceiling as if all the life had been drained out. Kneeling down next to her sister Saskia started to sob profusely. She couldn’t stop. Pulling Rin up into her arms, she thought. Her only sister, her only family left is now gone. She continued sobbing, then she stopped, it was unmistakable. Rin’s body was smothered in the scent of the man that killed their parents, but why would that murderer have come back? Was he trying to finish off something that he started, if so why didn’t he kill me? Looking at her knife she noticed it had blood on it, apparently she did manage in taking a

Every trial starts in a similar manner, right before the trial happens, the accused is brought to the court room to listen to the charges (arraignment) that are brought forward onto him. At this point it is up to him to determine if he accepts these charges, thus pleading guilty. If the accused is not guilty then the judge will give out a date for the trial. Also there are other things that have to happen before the trial, like selecting a jury. The act is called voir dire, and it is like weeding out the nonqualified. This process it so serious and has to be treated as such because you cannot have the wrong people sitting there knowing they are not going to do right, or be fair.

As stated on page 119 in the text, prior to the trial is a pretrial motion. It is when the prosecution and the defense both file motions with the court. Most common pretrial motions are motions to compel discovery and a motion to suppress evidence in a criminal trial which are typically made by the defense. Then both sides tries to find out what evidence the other side has to present. This is called the discovery period, the period between the arraignment and the trial.

Once both sides have finished presenting all their evidence to the jury they will then each have a closing argument. It is a chance for both sides to summarize their cases. This is the final chance that both sides have to talk to the jury before they deliberate. The prosecutor will try to convince the jury that the defendant is guilty by summarizing the evidence. The defendant will make their last case to try to prove themselves as not guilty either from a lack of evidence or actually having no

I looked down at my schedule to see my locker was number 2903. I made my way over to my locker to see two very familiar figures “Andy, Katherine!” I beamed as I greeted my friends, “Ryan, it’s been way too long!” Andy exclaimed as she brought me into a hug, followed by Kath. “Guys…..can’t ...breathe….” I muttered “Oh, sorry” They both let go of me so I could breathe again. “So what classes do you have today?” Kath questioned “Looks like first block is History followed by PE then Art and finally English” as I finished reading my schedule Andy looked like she got hit by a bus, “Dang it we only have art together; but hey we could always meet up at lunch” she

" Y'ARE very snug in here," piped old Mr. Woodifield, and he peered out of the great, green leather armchair by his friend the boss's desk as a baby peers out of its pram. His talk was over; it was time for him to be off. But he did not want to go. Since he had retired, since his... stroke, the wife and the girls kept him boxed up in the house every day of the week except Tuesday. On Tuesday he was dressed and brushed and allowed to cut back to the City for the day. Though what he did there the wife and girls couldn't imagine. Made a nuisance of himself to his friends, they supposed ... Well, perhaps so. All the same, we cling to our last pleasures as the tree clings to its last leaves. So there sat old Woodifield, smoking a cigar and

Bull assisted yanking down his boxer briefs as the Doctor knelt behind the Sergeant and parted Bull’s fuckable ass.

Coates took another sip of coffee before going out and returning with Kia Bennett. She introduced her to Akiona and

Sheriff Eldritch Meeks straightened his hat and emerged from the Chevy Bel Air. Its beacon singed into the back of his neck. Red. Eldritch watched thin sheets of dust sweep down the highway. Everything was fuzzy. He wiped rain from his eyes and took a deep breath. The knife twisted harder into his brainstem. Headaches. The pain was getting worse. Stabbing. Pinching. Wriggling. Eldritch needed a cup of coffee and a cigarette. He needed a fucking detox. But it would have to wait.

The agent kept his gaze locked on Dave, while responding to her. “I have friends in the area.”

When Vivian revealed her face, Cecilia had taken in every inch of it. It didn't show on her, but she was still scanning her old muse. Her old lover. Her old slut. Sure, they'd done rough things, and played around with punishment, but Cecilia had always been careful. She probably would always be so, but there was something else inside of her now, that weren't there back then. An aggressive obsessiveness, she wasn't sure she'd ever be able to wrestle free of. She'd lost Vivian, when she'd needed her the most. She wasn't going to let that happen again. She couldn't. A part of her realized then, just how much she needed Vivian. How much she loved her. That love was still there. Only the trust was still stained. Tainted. But trust could be