Personal Narrative: Bob's Murder

Fifteen year old Conrad Clark just came home from basketball practice where he was absolutely exhausted. He is the best player on his undefeated school basketball team. He lives with just his mom and only sibling Thomas after his father had recently been murdered by an unknown killer. As he approached the front door of his massive three story mansion located basically in the middle of nowhere surrounded by a lake and lots of wildlife, a gut punching feeling went through his body. He was remembering what had happened before he left for practice. He got in a huge fight with his mom about his grades in school, and was regretting some of the things he said. He goes through the front door and goes up to his bedroom on the third story. He lays down on his bed and he sees a note telling him that his mom and Thomas, are at a party and will be gone all night. He puts the note down and closes his eyes. About forty five minutes later he wakes up to his alarm going off. He turns off the alarm clock reading 10:30 p.m and is wondering why his alarm went off for no reason. He lets it go past him and goes down to the first floor and turns the television on. He turns on his favorite show, Criminal Minds, when Bang! At that moment Conrad knew that something bad

I, Detective Wilde, am being assigned the opportunity of a lifetime! Solving the murder of Richard Webster is what's going to determine whether I receive a spotlight in the newspaper. Business has been slow lately so this will help pick it up. Ahead of the interrogation, I gathered data on the victim and each of the suspects. Some background research shows that the Webster Network of co-workers are troubled: Richard, a class A jerk, Hugh, a broken businessman, Rita, in a troublesome relationship, H.T., a misanthrope, Dee, too loyal, Del, a sloth and victim’s cousin, Justin, once jailed for computer hacking. I am going to tactfully style my questions so they will be spouting a fountain of truth. According to my calculations, everyone who is

On February 9, 2011, at approximately 7:15 AM, I, GBI Special Agent Abigail Wilkes, arrived at 293 Stone Road to process a crime scene involving two deaths. When I arrived, the crime scene was secured with yellow tape. I met with Deputy Sheriff Ray Chandler. Chandler told me that the two victims, Steve Campbell and Sherry Campbell, had two gunshot wounds each. Sherry Campbell died in the master bedroom of the residence, but emergency medical services (EMS) took Steve Campbell from the scene. Chandler informed that the EMS personnel entered the residence through the front door and placed Steve Campbell on a stretcher. Steve Campbell 's injuries created a blood drip trail when he was transported to the ambulance. The drip trail began in the master bedroom, went through the hallway, out of the front door, and into the yard of the residence. Steve Campbell died on the way to the hospital.

At three o’clock in the morning, Chris Salyer (109) and I discovered Steven Strominger (117) drunk being walked home by Morgan Hall from Davis (232). According to Steven, he fell asleep outside on a bench and Jordan Hawkins told him to come inside Davis. Somehow, Steven made his way to the second floor and knocked on Morgan’s door. He knocked on her door because his friend who left him went to hook up with her roommate, and he thought it would be cool. Morgan helped him get back to DK. When he entered, Chris and I were in the lounge talking. Steven was very forgetful, but he was very chill about everything. He tried using his Drivers License on the swipe access. Morgan and Chris helped him to the bathroom and Morgan told me that he could apparently

AHHHHHH!!!!! His died, oh wait.....Hey I'm Miss. White, Boddy's housecleaner, And I'm going to tell you who murder Boddy on the night of Friday the 13th .Well first of all, I am from a small town in Canada. Also, I'm married to a retired body builder. I'm 37 years old and I have two kids one 18 and one 11.I have known Boddy for about 10-11 years. Also I work for Boddy almost every day.

A murderer was a role I never expected to play. It was for last years Key Club’s annual charity dinner for the Pediatric Trauma Program or the Eliminate Project. I’ve been apart of the dinner for my years as Key Club’s freshman representative, club representative, Vice President, and now President. The first year, I was astounded by the work. Although I didn’t do much in comparison to others, I helped plan food and train servers, which helped the event. The following years, my job was the same: to run acts and cover any possible. When I was club representative, the dinner went smoothly and my efforts helped earn money. My vice presidency was when I was a murderer for our murder mystery dinner. During this dinner, there were numerous mishaps.

In February of 2008, I was sitting in a General Court Martial proceeding to defend myself against third-degree murder charges, which arose from a raid my platoon conducted in the rural areas outside of Kirkuk, Iraq. On the night of June 23, 2007, my Platoon Sergeant (PSG) shot and killed a detainee that we had captured early that evening. Realizing what he had just done, my PSG gave me an order that would eventually have me implicated in his crime. I was acquitted of the murder charges, but found guilty of assault through my own testimony. The fact of the matter is, I had a psychotic Platoon Sergeant; Trey Corrales was the walking definition of “Toxic Leadership.” Under the control of Trey Corrales, serving in this platoon was one of the

I read the paper as Melinda hands it back to me it says “I didn’t call the cops to break up the party, I called them because some guy raped me. Under the trees.I didn’t know what to do. I was stupid and drunk and didn’t know what was happening and he raped me. When the police came, everyone was screaming, and I was too scared, so I cut through some backyards and walked home.” I hate myself right now I ditched our friendship because she broke up the party and almost got me arrested. I didn’t even listen to what her side was. I swore that I’d never be her friend again when I should’ve. No wonder why she’s changed so much.

The morning of September 17, 1996 in Louisiana changed my life forever. I was skimming through the daily Gambit when he came in. Mr. Callahan, the local policeman, walked into my office, holding a paper that was dated from this Friday.

It was February 12, 2006. My wife and I are about to get ready for the day we’ve been waiting for, we are finally going to seek justice for the man that killed my innocent 4 year old daughter. Since March 3rd I have slept absolutely none, but after today everything will be finished with.

What if you were sent to jail for a robbery that excelled to a murder that you didn’t commit. Well this event happened to a young black boy, named Steve, that was influenced by his environment. The crime that Steve was a part of was robbery and first degree murder.The reason he took part in these events are unknown, but one thing that is certain is he will be charged and have to be proven innocent or guilty. What do you think? Will Steve be proven innocent or guilty of the crimes he was charged with? In all honesty Steve should be held accountable for the robbery with his associate’s James King and Bobo Evans but not for the charge of first degree murder of Mr. Nesbitt (the drug’s store owner). After reading all the evidence it can be proven

Scott was... done. Just done. He supposed Mitch noticed the difference over the last few days, but he really couldn't care. He killed... no, helped kill Alex. He tossed his body out of the window and pulled off all his fingernails. He even held the poor bastard's mouth open as Mitch ripped out all of his teeth. Scott released a bitter laugh and lowered his head, avoiding his reflection with an even more bitter grin. He assisted in a murder.

November 2001, I was arrested as I was leaving my job. I am now being linked to the killings of 48 women, I say I killed 61 to 71. After about 20 years of running, I was finally caught. I committed most of these between1982 and 1983, although I think I remember one last kill around 1985. Like above states, I would kill them and drip them near the Green River in Washington. This earned me the name “The Green River Killer.” Even if I were innocent, I would probably still be referred to as

Growing up, i can say i did not really have a childhood. I was the eldest of all my siblings, so i took responsibility

I talked to Roger Andrew Anderson, who is the head janitor on the phone. I asked if he knew anyone that wear a faded Viking cap and he replied “the only one that I can think of is Donald James Brown, but he goes by Donny. I asked for more informations about Donny and Anderson state “Donny is a temporary worker from an agency called Temp Job and he usually wear the same clothing to work.” I asked Anderson, when was the last time he saw Donny. Anderson replied “yesterday. He came to work around 0700 hours and met up with me at the front building. Donny finished his work around at 0940 hours then I escorted him out of the building.