Short Story

The newspaper claimed that thirty-eight residents witnessed the murder of the young woman, but none of them called the police. It was stated that they watched the murder “stalk” the girl over the course of half an hour, and “stab” her in three separate attacks.

They consulted no independent experts, no pathologists, no fingerprint specialists. They didn’t even read the police interviews with the witnesses, which the prosecution had turned over to them by law.” They simply were plowed under by William Townes Jones III, Greenwood’s “renowned, powerful and feared” prosecutor, who “had a ferocious temper and a reputation as a bit of a bully.” Rather than fight Jones, Anderson and Beasley “accepted the state’s case more than they challenged it,” even though there were tremendous holes in the case.

Another inaccurate crime case in 2013 was the beaten of Maurice Harris, a 57-year-old man. He had been punched in the head with a metal pipe, because of the severity of the beaten doctors had to “put in a breathing tube: they also diagnosed a spinal cord injury”. A week after Harries died. However, his death was not classified as homicide, but as “natural” according to the pathologist examination. The police report clearly impacted to the number of homicides that were reported for 2013 and, as with previous homicides, Harris’s case was never classified properly and criminals were never detained. The Chicago Magazine makes an extensive and exciting investigation to reveal to the public the reality behind these incidents that are not being included

KILLEEN, Tex., Oct. 16— A crazy man smashed a blue pickup truck that frightened many people because they didn't know what to expect: into a busy restaurant during their lunchtime(probably the last lunch they would ever have), stepped out of the cab, shot 22 innocent people dead and wounded at least 20 others.As a blood-drenched patrons and employees tried to scramble to safety and avoid that crazy man , dozens of police officers arrived and exchanged gunfire with the man, apparently wounding him. He then shot and killed himself with a bullet through the left eye(great decision), witnesses said.The 23 deaths make the attack the worst mass shooting ever to occur in the United States. The police said the killer, a 35-year-old man, reloaded and emptied his Glock-17, a semi automatic .9 millimeter pistol, several times.About 80 people were in the restaurant, many of them taking a break from work with their superiors on National Boss's Day.

October 1, 2017: the date of the deadliest mass shooting in modern U.S. history; 58 murdered, hundreds more injured. Unfortunately, this is just one example of an awful mass shooting; breaking families apart, and scarring others for life. Although it is beyond tragic that there have been so many tragedies like this, with the help of forensics and investigators they have been able to find similarities in mass murderers, and with more public awareness comes the hope that in the future, these disasters can be prevented.

The Dahlonega City Hall was crowded on the evening of March 1st 2010. The seats were full, except for at the very front, and the standing room was filled almost out the door. The crowd, mostly made up of students, leaned in to hear as the voices of the City Council members faded in and out of the faltering sound system. The six City Council members and the mayor sat along a bench as if they were the judges at a hearing. Because of the ongoing discussions and the crowd, I thought I had arrived a few minutes late; but I was able to find a seat in the front two rows. Despite how packed the small room was there were plenty of empty seats in the front. I had thought the meeting was well on its way by the way conversation was going and

Upon my arrival, I spoke with Samuel Earle and his girlfriend Makayla Haut, who advised that his friend Mathew Calder had been assaulted by his neighbors Branden Collins, Robert Collins, and several other unknown subjects. Samuel stated that Amanda Collins was also at his residence with possibly her boyfriend who assisted in assaulting Mathew. Samuel stated that Mathew was inside his residence and was not doing well physically. I followed Samuel inside his residence and observed a white male identified as Mathew Calder, who was sitting on the couch, with blood on his facial area. I also

and saw her mom and sister, in their own bikinis. Smiling, she placed a handful of sun screen on her legs and rubbed it in, she continued up to her chest, neck, and face. Offering her sister, the bottle. Taking off her bikini top, she laid face forward, so her sister could place some lotion on her back, and places where she could not reach.

My eyes fall to Thorn and there’s a similar softness gracing her features. She doesn’t blame me either. But it doesn’t matter if they don’t blame me because guess what?

“Gentlemen, he said after inspecting all the boots, You have all done a magnificent job. I thank you for your help, and you have my permission to leave and get so much needed rest.”

The mental struggle to move was overpowered by physical restrictions, but the fight of determination was forceful, his words broke free of the strain and he finally managed to answer the voice that repeatedly called his name. But the voice was not the only call for his attention, someone was touching his foot.

Laughter of young men floated through the air like chimes on a breezy day as they sparred amongst each other near the barracks of Highgarden. As young Lords of the Reach, they all had dreams of finding glory for themselves as knights. Yet only one of them had been anointed, the future Lord of Highgarden, Mace Tyrell, whom many believed his Lord father had bought the title rather than earned it by his own merit. Having just turned seven-and-ten not three moons prior, one could see glimpses of the man Mace would become. Tall with broad shoulders, his scalp was covered with thick, curly brown tendrils of sweaty hair that dangled loosely over his brow covering hazel eyes as his bulky body heaved for breath from the exertion. His strong jaw is

“Freshness is Greatness!” What kind of a slogan is that? It sounds like we’re doing a toothpaste commercial. It’s hard to believe we’re actually trying to sell soda. But the boss seems to like it and ask me and you don’t build a 200 million dollar empire by selling cheap so he should know. Maybe it’s me; maybe I’m the fool who can’t see the greatness in freshness! Fuck it anyway, where the hell am I? Who could have thought Stanley Park was this big. There’s a kid over there, maybe I could ask him about the way out. He looks a bit suspicious though. He’s wearing a hoodie and those baggy jeans kids like to wear these days, he’s probably black too. As I approached him he turned around and I could see that he was. “Excuse me; do you know the closest way out the park?”

No one had been behind him. Kakuzu would have known if someone had been and yet now there was. The second this new presence appeared, the nuke nin had twisted on his feet and swung his right foot into the person's head. Except his foot just continued onward as if this person wasn't there, causing the person's image to blur like a disturbed reflection on water.

I've come to know these words well, as it's my favorite fight song. Ironwood has asked for me to do his dirty work. I guess his “specialists” aren't special enough. I'm about decline, of course, when Ironwood starts filling me in. Atlas was under threat of a Yeti Grim, as tall as a mountain, and everyone they sent in failed to take it down, so naturally, it was my turn. That’s my job. I’m a consulting specialist. As the only one with the title, it's sure is a pain for them if I turn down a job. I’m a wild card. A freelance that travels the world looking for the best fights and most interesting adventures. One thing I try to never get mixed up in is the world's troubles. I don't care about “making peace” or “stopping evil”. I can leave that