fact or fiction

Is it fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the myths and beliefs we hold about copycat killers, eyewitnesses testimony, what makes a murderer and more.

My boyfriend won a cooking competition
Something is going on with Patrick. Ever since he entered this cooking competition, it’s always just him and his little black notebook. Learching over the pages and writing with such vigor he might start a friction fire. I mean, I’M his girlfriend. The least he can do is pay attention to me just a little bit. His “Bailey burrito” requires some much needed attention. That’s the pet name he gave me. “Bailey burrito” yeah, vomit inducing isn’t it? Hah, only a chef would come up with that, I suppose. Though, I do want him to win. I mean, $20,000 usd?! That’s some cash we could really use right now. But ..something has been “off” I guess. It’s hard to describe. He’s got these, dark, black rings around his eyes. So much so, he’s beginning to resemble a panda.
By Tonietta graves 5 years ago in Criminal
May the truth set you free
So I sit here and all I can think of is that little black book. I believe I was about fifteen years old when I started showing signs of depression. I wasn't hanging out with friends as much and my grades had started to drop. Well at the age of sixteen I started seeing a counselor at school. She asked if I liked to write and so of course I said yes. One day during one of our sessions she handed me a little black book and said, "Here, I want you to have this. Write down your thoughts and feelings for the rest of the school year and before the last day if you feel up to it we can look over a few pages together."
By Jammie Alexander5 years ago in Criminal
Dead Man Sitting
Jeffrey sat slumped on the lower bunk of his cell, staring at his hands in silence. His attorney lifted the creases in his trouser legs a fraction, then sat on the only chair in the small, close room. He was accustomed to the smell of latrines and sweaty clothes. He often met his clients in their cells but not usually so late in the evening.
By Jonathan Tanburn5 years ago in Criminal
Caught
An innocent invention gone right, or a step toward a one-world currency? That's the question many are asking as bitcoin floods every country's market, enticing people to invest in digital currency. Who created bitcoin? What was their intention, and why did they suddenly disappear?
By Lauren J. Bennett5 years ago in Criminal
The Games
“Anybody want to grab a bite to eat?” I asked. “No, I think I’ll just go home.” “No thanks, we have an early flight tomorrow.”
By Darryl Brooks5 years ago in Criminal
Not What You Think
Annie – 2003 “How can I tell him?” “He needs to know.” “He needs to get tested.” The same script ran in her head, over and over. “What can I possibly say? He is going to hate me. He should hate me.”
By Bob McInnis5 years ago in Criminal
It Fell From the Sky
It was a Tuesday like any other, at least it started out that way. The year was 1979. I was on my way home from work. I had stopped at the store first, so it was later than usual. That's important to know as it was that timing that changed my life forever.
By Connie Sahlin5 years ago in Criminal
I GOT THE TWENTY
I GOT THE TWENTY I had to go down and see Barney once he called. He would fix my car. I would get him out of fixes. I gave him the usual advice, don’t say anything to the police, don’t say anything to the other prisoners. I asked who he wanted me to call. “No one,” he said.
By James S. Lawrence5 years ago in Criminal
Martha's Plan
MARTHA’S PLAN BY Christina McIntyre [email protected] I'm a writer first. This day was no different. I clutched my small black notebook to my chest and mystery man took a left.
By Christina M5 years ago in Criminal
Take it on the other side
There was a new crack going around, the custies ate it up as fast as we could produce it. The secret was adding salvia divinorum during the cooking process. Came out looking like little green and off white camo rocks. Its said it was like going to the moon in your underpants, not that i knew or anything. Don't forget rule number 1: Do not get high off your own supply. The trip was something else, we never tried it ourselves but there was a list of people wanting it every day. We used to hang out in the lister block quite often, it was our place, our castle in the center of downtown Hamilton. Every once and awhile the police would come into the mall and try to arrest us or issue some tickets. The trick was spotting them then hiding in the basement. No one dared go down there, even we shouldn't have. There was a bowling alley in the basement as well as a pool and locker rooms. Not very many people new about this place. I wouldn't be surprised if there were underground tunnels that we never discovered connecting other parts of old Hamilton.
By J Arse5 years ago in Criminal
I GOT THE TWENTY
I GOT THE TWENTY I had to go down and see Barney once he called. He would fix my car. I would get him out of fixes. I gave him the usual advice, don’t say anything to the police, don’t say anything to the other prisoners. I asked who he wanted me to call. “No one,” he said.
By James S. Lawrence5 years ago in Criminal
No More Missing Sister's
The barn smelled of musk and mildew. It was silent no animals residing inside except the rats that kept to the rafters. The air cold, almost stinging my skin as I sat, scared and waiting. I tried to pay attention after they took me. A left off the road I was on, traveled about 3 miles then a right. When we hit the curves and the temperature dropped is when I finally lost track of the traveling. I slipped into an unconscious state at some point no doubt from whatever they stuck into my neck earlier that night. My head ached and my heart raced as I shivered attempting to free my hands.
By Misha Alsleben5 years ago in Criminal