When I walked in this house and saw this dead man, Arthur, laying on the floor at the bottom of the stairs, I predicted that this man has fell down the stairs and has injured himself enough to the point, he died. With the time being 1:15 in the morning, it was a very interesting/surprising case for me. I could tell he had been drinking when I noticed the glass in his hand. By the look on Queenie’s face I could tell she was very shocked and very devastated. I noticed that the glass in his hand didn’t spill, so he must have had a tight grip on his glass, of course no one will really know how this exactly happened, but with knowing that the autopsy concluded that when he had fallen and died from a wound on his head and that Arthur had been
Scene 1-contact Director-Hello,this is the movie the red prince. This is a story of an assassin. Hope you enjoy. Narrator-On a warm summer evening the a strange man walks into a dark and small room.
Now that Alex’s [so far lifelong] disease has been cured, he is playing out side. Some of the boys his age were playing with some round object that Alex had never seen. He went to go sit near a tree, when he sat down he found one near him. He reached over to pick it up. Being the observer he is he wrote down in his, observation note book, some facts.
We believe that Queenie staged her husband’s death and set it up like it was an accident. We arrived at the Volupedis home at 1:30am to find Mr. Volupedis intoxicated on the floor. You could say everything was intact except for Mr. Voulpedis. Queenie reported that her husband was coming down stairs for another drink, when he fell. He still had the glass in his hand.
POV: SteveI never seen Sodapop look so...gloomy. He was always the happier one of the bunch, but ever since our gang has fallen...with deaths. First it was Johnny and Dally, then Darry and Ponyboy. His own brothers. Two-Bit was off somewhere with his children.
•The skin of her hand felt warm as breath against his cracked, gray-callused palm. He readily lifted her to her feet, holding onto her hand for a moment longer than he should have, as if concerned that the wayward wind might simply gust her away straight into the air, small and winged as she was. She seemed flustered by his quick recognition, the strong retention of his memory, more so than she should have been. Most of the townsfolk had at least a peripheral idea of who she was. Given that Ponyville wasn 't an overlarge town, the slightest breath of information about her would have been relayed from one end to the other, factory-line fast and easily intercepted, or at least that 's what Able had led him to believe.
Massachusetts, 1692... what an awful time to be alive. Especially for a young, timid girl by the name of Clarabeth. Not exactly the most special of girls, just a hard worker for her family, an all around fair person. Unfortunately, Clarabeth woke from an unpleasant sleep with a start on a gloomy August twilight, to the sound of people shouting and an accused “witch” tied to a stake, crying with the force of a tidal wave, pleading to be let down.
A mirrored window to the soul ~ Rob Seiders Take that halo off your head Tie it around your neck your better off dead Sinner, angel, self absorbed saint Narcissistic, liar, covered in red paint Be fair to yourself and forget about me Live the life you wanna, go be free You died in my dreams, forgot you in my heart a needle in the voodoo doll you have to start 25 seconds I laughed with you But 1 minute later it wasn't enough to chew
have you ever meet someone that isn’t as intelligent as you? I used to be friends with a person that wasn’t mentally strong as everyone else was. i became friends with him because he had none, and he kept being bullied so tried to help him. Just because some people aren’t as smart as other people doesn’t mean you should make fun of them. charlie was better after the surgery.
Later I would find out that was not the only reason he worked that god-forsaken job. "Pretty good game huh? " I asked. "I haven't been watching but I've been listening. It sounds like our defense is playing better than they have been," Roman said as he continued to scrape.
Believe me when i say Vilemore is not a town, but a dome of the unknown. So, before you start reading be cautious. Just on the outskirts of Crionia, this small "town" lies there between a wall of mirage and lies. Seeing this town, it seems to be normal and everything goings accordingly, but staying the night people say otherwise. To people of this town, nothing here changes.
Reviewing the crime scene, we see Arthur at the bottom of the stairs with a glass in his hand. Queenie's claim that they had been drinking before the accident however, the fact that the glass in Arthur's hand was intact and not
Arthur was drunk because he was depressed. Queenie had found him at the bottom of the stairs dead. usually when you are coming down the stairs you let go of the drink. And try to grab on the rail and try to catch yourself. Arthur tried to not lose his grip on the drink.
I arrived at the Volupides residence on October 13th, 1982 at 1:15 a.m. When I arrived, Arthur was dead at the bottom of the stairs. Queenie, his wife, was very upset when I arrived, indicating that the murder/accident might have just happened. There was something cooking in the kitchen, specifically over the stove. The light fixtures and the accessories of the staircase were undisturbed. I concluded that he was dead from a wound to the head and that he was intoxicated with alcohol.(Objective Summary)
Arthur Volupides was a tragedy, and his death's circumstances have left many questions unanswered. Arthur's wife, Queenie Volupides, was the last person to see him alive, and she has been the focus of suspicion and scrutiny ever since. The autopsy report suggests that Arthur died from a head wound and was drunk then. Queenie claims that Arthur slipped and fell down the stairs, but there are many reasons to doubt her story. In this essay, There are compelling arguments on both sides of the debate, but the evidence suggests that she did kill him.
INTRO I have done it. I have brought upon the death of another man! I have blood upon my hands. For that I feel I should have changed but desperation has replaced the sorrow I feel for my actions.