Fingerprints"Let's go over this again, Mr. Anderson. Where were you two nights ago?"
"I told you! I was out drinking with friends, that's all!"
"The evidence says otherwise. We can place you at the scene at the time of the murder, we can connect you to the murder weapon, and we even have your motive. Si-"
"What evidence?! I didn't do anything! I'm innocent!"
"Between the hours 11:40 A.M. and 12:50 P.M. Your location was unknown. Your fingerprints were found on the body, the weapon and various parts of the house. You have a history of a long lived dispute with the victim which lead you to murder her. Now sign the paper."
"No! Someone had to have set me up! It's true we had been having argument for years, but I wouldn't- I didn't murder her! I was passed out at home at that time you said. And from time to time my ex and I would....get together."
"Oh? And would you wrap your hands around her neck? Would you squeeze until she passed out? Did you like playing with knives? Was the opportunity too good t
Mysterious PackageIt was raining on the first morning on my new house. I woke up to the sound of the mailman knocking patiently on the double oak doors.
"Urgent mail for you," he said, handing me a large box. I read the name scrawled across the front in bright orange ink: Hubert Waltz.
"Wait, this isn't for me," I said to the mailman.
"This is the address," he shrugged. I was confused.
"But what do I do with it?"
He was already gone, disappearing into the mist. I stared at the mist a moment before shutting the doors and going back in. I placed the box on my kitchen table, irritated that the mailman had lacked the courtesy of telling me what to do with the unwanted package.
I should take it to the post office and have it returned to whoever sent it. But looking at the box sparked my curiosity. I moved here because the house and the town had this... atmosphere about it. Like something was off about it all yet not something you would see upon first glance.
Looking this way and that at the box I find the da
DenialIn a quaint little home, a woman puts up the last of the dishes. She looks into the living room where her two children sleep in front of the television. She carefully carries each child to their bed and tucks them in with a kiss and says "I love you". The children remain silent.
The woman goes to her room where her husband is. He lies on the bed quietly, waiting for his wife. The woman smiles lovingly at her husband as she slides beside his cold form. He'd been sick for a month and required extra care now. In fact earlier that day she had helped him bathe and remove the filth from his body. He was always so messy.
Kissing her husband deeply she tells him goodnight as she pulls the covers over their cold bodies.
In a peaceful little home, the woman finish's the last of the morning's dishes. Then there came a knocking, knocking, knocking on the door. The woman answer's the door. A man in a blue police uniform stands.
"Excuse me ma'am. We've received a missing persons report for your husb
A Foundplace Story: Part5--Starting Lost
The words seemed to repeat once more in Laura's head as if to remind her of the deal she had made. There was no need really, it had only been seconds since they had been said. And yet in those seconds after she had been ported to another place, a city by the looks of things, she began to feel the weight of her emotions finally crashing down on her.
Tears came unbidden and now there was nothing she could do to stop them. So she let her self go and cried silently, except for the occasional whimper and shutter of breath, in the ugly ally she had found her self. She cried because the pain her friends suffered before dieing and she cried because they had died too soon in their lives. She cried because she had survived and she cried because it might not be for long and she cried because of the pain that was sure to come as well as the pain she felt in her heart; an emotional pain that hurt like any physical pain but with out a source of injury on the body that could be treated. Laura cried b
RumorsThey say that any given person is shrouded in 67 lies.
They also say there are 13 truths hidden inside.
And If you are able to find and rid yourself of those 67 lies
You will find the 13 truths.
What happens when you find them?
They say that you can ascend into a state of absolute,
Gambling With The DevilIt was the worst fucking day of my life. Scratch that and make it week. Worst week of my life. My buddies, Alex and Rick, decided to take me out someplace special for my birthday. Turned out to be a casino. I knew a crap load about gambling so they figured they would take me out and we'd have fun, right?
Wrong. I have gambling addiction, it took hell for me to break it and get my life together enough to be able marry Ashley and I hadn't wanted to goo back. But I wanted to play so bad and my bud didn't need much to convince me otherwise. I never told anyone about it so how the hell were they supposed to know?
So I started to play and I was winning. Winning until I fucking lost. But I couldn't stop there. I had to win it back, I had to. So with that I ended up taking more too much money and losing it. Ashley found out and was pissed. We argued for a good while. I ended up kicked out of the house for the kids protection, and probably on a silent note, her protection. I ended up running of
A Nonsensical SupriseFor deviantART's 12th birthday, the staff decided to throw a creepy surprise party for Fella. They gathered at Fella's favorite restaurant, The Fancy Turtle, with presents in hand. Llama brought Fella to the door and once they stepped in, all of the staff screamed, "Waah!" Fella was so shocked that he instantly danced. He opened his presents to find that Llama had given him 12 cows. He was amazed! He would never forget that night.
Weird RivalsOnce upon a time, there was a young boy named Adin who always dreamed of becoming the world's best Surgical Technician. He trained every day for 42 hours in order to beat his rival, The Blue Menace. The day of the big competition arrived, and Adin came armed with a mask and his unstoppable determination. They were pitted against each other in a battle of wits, and Adin emerged as the insane victor! His achievement is celebrated every Halloween.
A True Story of InsperationA young woman named Alexia loved making art, and practiced Writing all day long to become the very best in all her town. But one day, she was completely stumped. She looked around her room, full of art pieces featuring mystical doll, sci-fi landscapes of a futuristic Rome, and a portrait of David Tennant that looked so real, you could start a conversation with it. But nothing inspired her. Had she really created everything there was to create? Depressed, she looked out her window, and made a wish on a nearby statue for inspiration to return to her. The next morning, she sprung out of bed, and used her skill in Writing to create the most beautiful deviation depicting cats hiding anyone had ever seen. That night, she shouted out the window, "Thanks, statue!"