On the 9th of October, Robert Sheldon was found lying on the tainted red grass of Oak Park. The park was described to be “about two blocks square, with a fountain in the middle and a small swimming pool for little kids.” Police investigators ran through a body analysis showing Sheldon was stabbed by a switchblade around two-thirty in the morning. Hours later after the body was found, police went around asking Sheldon’s family and friends. Three kids, who are witnesses say Ponyboy Curtis and Johnny Cade were responsible.
“Your love saved me, Skye.” She sighed. “You know my name is Daisy, right?” she asked calmly.
He was murdered by James R. Fryer. At age 21, James Fryer was one of the murders. His code name was “J.R”. He shot all of
The Other Wes Moore Wow! I feel like I knew Wes or people like Wes. Many boys like Wes grew up in my neighborhood. There were boys who tried to be cool so they hung out with the bad boys. We knew they were not bad boys nor were they cool.
As the sirens whaled, Detective Edens spoke to the scanner, “We’ve got a possible murder at The Glendale Community College. We still need to do further investigation, but the body seems to be a middle-aged man.” We could see the body in the distance. The murders began near Santa Monica in Los Angeles, they then started to spread out towards Glendale. Over twenty deaths every month.
It's any given evening on the Chattahoochee River- rain or shine, blazing heat and humidity, blistering cold, or any condition in between. Pressing out from under the bustling highway bridge is a 55 ft. long, 1.5 ft. wide carbon fiber racing shell. Eight rowers sit facing the stern each holding an 11 ft. long oar to hook through the water in unison. Eight oars, eight sliding seats, eight outriggers, and eight swinging athletes. As the stern emerges from under the bridge, however, nine bodies come into view.
Taylor leaned into the driver’s window and pinned the man against the seat with his arm pressed across the man’s collarbone, and glared at him, “Aw, shoot. Did I do that?” Taylor said with fake regret, “Well, maybe if you watched where you’re going the person that you almost killed wouldn’t be so upset.” Taylor’s accent sounded strange to the man, having said the word “killed” as “Kilt” and so it took a moment for the man to reply.
The rain rotted roof, infested with mold and missing shingles, caved in on the Radley’s back porch. Overgrown, thick and vibrant kudzu vines wrapped endlessly around the paint peeled columns. The metal wind chime whistled as the wind swept through the dark, cloudy sky. Walking on the creaking floorboards, Jem surreptitiously snuck up to the mysterious house. With one step, his right foot collapsed into the delicately brittle steps like a crunched egg shell.
The second time Cole made a huge foolish choice was when he was on the island and burned down his shelter and all of this supplies. After Edwin had left Cole alone on the island, Cole decided to try to escape. He thought it would be a good idea to burn down his shelter and supplies to create a distraction for someone if people came looking for him and he wasn’t far enough away yet. However, he didn’t consider the fact that maybe his genius plan would backfire on him and that if his escape didn’t pan out he’d be left with absolutely no supplies and no shelter.
All four of them head to loft bar. Felix plops next to Marilyn. Feigns depression. Bartender makes the drink and puts it on the table.
The Outsiders…… Sodapop’s perspective…. As Darry and I sit In the messy but empty living room, I notice that ponyboy wasn't home. I look at Darry worriedly,”where’s ponyboy?” I ask.
Perched on the counter facing the double French doors in the lobby, I watched Detective Smarts, Beachside Police, park his vehicle behind the police cruiser, and slowly step out of the car. During the summer months, sometimes the heat and humidity are almost unbearable. It was one of those days and the detective worked up a sweat walking the short distance to the front door. He wore dress slacks, the crease non-existent, and a short sleeves shirt, no tie. He didn’t appear to be in a good mood, but seemed to appreciate the cooler air when he entered.
On a sunny, cloudless June, or a dark, wet December, you can see him watching, glaring, waiting. One of the most intelligent but not the unremarkable of birds. Now overtaken in a sleek plumage of completely black, the full grown raven has arrived. With a cruel curve to its enormous, powerful bill: a long, wedge-shaped tail, covered in thick, shaggy feathers . His long, rounded wings extend nearly to the tip of his tail.
It was one, creepy, dark and cold halloween night. The pumpkins were out, the trees blowing in the wind, the decorations on the houses. It was all quiet. It all started 2 hours ago. Kids were trick or treating and getting candy, while Donald Trump was giving a speech in town.
Did you ever wonder why criminals and serial killers do what they do and why? I want to be a criminal psychologist because I’m interested in their mind, and want to know why they did it, and why they chose their victims. Ever since I was in sixth grade, I was interested in criminals but specifically serial killers.
