Personal Note On Mystery Stories

“Excuse me mam but I would like to explain what happened tonight and apologize for the behavior of one of my co-workers.” said officer James

Abruptly, he calmed down and sent me back to work as if nothing had happened. As if we had taken part in a game in

It was the midst of day, June 30, 20--; an ill-pleasuring mess had been proposed to the police of Detroit. The corpse of an old, clumsy, joke of a gentlemen, found covered in newspaper dumped into a dumpster. The corpse was dismantled, mangled, and at the same time of many other killings. The detective, Ms. Liu, immediately concluded the cause of death and the murder weapon.

It’s 3am, in a dark, abandoned building. There’s dirty children’s clothes and toys as if they have been there for months. An investigation by the FBI has led authorities to believe that a man has taken 7 year old Jackson that has been missing for 37 hours and is currently hiding out. As the SWAT team gets in position and waits for the signal. The FBI agent gives them the signal and the SWAT team bombards the building and quickly puts the suspect on to the ground. The FBI agent takes a look around. They found nothing. They heard just a little noise and started looking in place that seems impossible. They started moving couches and chairs and there it was a secret a door. As they open the door and go down the stairs they see not only Jackson

"This person that was involved in the death probably felt something was wrong. If you're a child and break something, you try to hide it."

"He tried to kill me in a house fire. When he found out I survived, he took me out in the woods to kill me once and for all."

In 1995 a police detective received a call that there was a skeleton found in the back of the casey's gas station in Dewitt Iowa. The police detectives said they found a bag of bones in a square of cement peaking above the surface. They reported that the bag smelled of acid and of cleaning chemicals. When they opened the bag they found a bag of bags that were smashed into small pieces. They call in a murder detective to try to re enact this murder. The detective said this was a murder that looked like a Jeffrey Dahmer murder.

“I think all of us here and the other families know this is true by now,” the boss said, quickly. “What will it take for us to come to an agreement so something like this will not go further?”

Logline: Three Paranormal Investigators uncover the vile truth of the recently shut down Hallowsinger Orphanage. And the Truth might cost them their lives.

Two nine-year-old girls are abducted from a bus stop. Both are found dead in a drainage ditch the next day, disposed of less than 100 yards away. The press refers to the victims as “fallen little angels,” and the investigators do not conduct an investigation into the victims’ family histories, focusing instead on a possible serial

Most of these creative writings that I have written have been about this mystery guy or inspired by him. Which seems like a pretty cliche teenager thing to write about; but I do it because I don't really talk to people about the specifics of my love life all that much. In a way it seems easier to talk about it in a blog post on the internet then to a friend who might not understand. So I guess since I can't talk about it with a friend who I would have to reveal his identity too I might as well write about it. And as my crush on him has persisted despite my attempts to stop it I have realized something. You see the thing is I've come to the realization that he is my perfect guy. As young girls we dream of our perfect guy the one that is our

As a young child, I fantasized about one day becoming a detective as I was passionate about investigating, interrogating, and crime solving in general. This one dream consumed every aspect of my life for much of my childhood. So much so that catching me without my tan double-breasted trench coat, better known as my "detective coat" was not an option. With its deep rectangular front pockets, it was quite convenient for carrying my magnifying glass that I used for exploring. Even while wearing my detective coat, I discovered my favorite animated television show about four meddling teenagers and their talking canine who had a niche for solving mysteries. But the one item from my past that I cherish the most is my stuffed Scooby Doo. Although there have been a number of mishaps to his appearance, the memories and adventures we share will never be erased and live on to this day.

"Excuse me, sir?" A voice from the crowd that had gathered for this event addressed me.

Crime detective mysteries have captivated readers for years. Throughout time, the stories have evolved in many directions, developing many different variations and adaptations of the traditional murder mystery stories that had been told before. With subgenres such as police procedural, thriller, hard boiled, cozy, amateur detective, professional private detective, and forensic mysteries, there are so many different ways that a murder mystery can be told. The book, The Coroner’s Lunch, falls into multiple subgenres: cozy, amateur, and forensic murder mysteries while also falling into the fantastical and supernatural genre as well.

“The district attorney is here. Everyone here feels scared, and don’t bother to come to work