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On the morning of August 7, 1967, a 15-year-old schoolgirl, Linda Peacock, was found murdered in a cemetery in Biggar, near Edinburgh, Scotland. She had been struck with a blunt object and strangled with a rope. Her clothes were disturbed but she had not been raped. However, there was clear evidence of sexual motive for her attack as there was a bite mark on her right breast, which was an oval shape bruise that showed certain irregularities of the dentition, including pitting of the canine biting edges.…
On February 23, 2005 a nine-year old girl in Homosassa, Florida disappeared after attending a Wednesday evening church service. She was missing for almost 3 weeks before police found her body in a trash bag, holding a purple stuffed dolphin, in a grave no more than 3 feet deep. Publicly released autopsy reports said that the little girl, Jessica Lunsford, who dreamed of being a fashion designer and Olympic swimmer, had managed to tear two fingers through the garbage bag before suffocating to death.…
Her bones were found in a pig pen and it appeared she had been strangled…
On 07-12-2017 at 0228 hours I was dispatched to 915 Emma Street in reference to a subject attempting to break into the residence.…
Yeah our Riona is a lovely person, I've known her since I became best friends with her brother in junior high school.…
In winterkill the story starts of depressing and explaining how the narrarator and Harley Reeves have both been laid off from their jobs. Then he goes to the bar and notices a girl who is there and his friend Troy just has to pick up on her and uses a corny pickup line. Troy is in a wheel chair due to a smoke jumper’s injury. The lady at the bar was named Nola. As the conversation carried on and got a little more personal troy invited Nola to go fishing with him and his friend. Nola agreed to go fishing and then get dinner. They made their way out to the river and Les and Nola began to talk about how cold it was and that led to Nola telling him to warm her up. Just before they were going to warm each other up they heard a weird noise and it was Troy struggling while fishing for some reason. It turns out that troy has snagged a big fish and the tension slowly pulled him out of the chair and he was slowly being dragged on his chest down by the water. Troy was saying that he caught the big one and he needed help. Troy pleaded with Les to help him catch the fish because he did not want to let it go. So Troy and Les struggled and pulled on the line as hard as they could for what seemed like minutes and they could not get it to budge. Les kept going farther out in the water until he got to where the line was snagged and he realized that it wasn’t even a fish and Troy had gotten his line caught on a dead deer. This did not make Troy happy at all because he always thought fishing was his thing and he just got tricked by a dead animal that shouldn’t have even been in the water. They all ended up going inside and having the chicken with wine and talked on throughout the night. Snagging the deer was a confidence killer for Troy. After that he watched Harley Reeves and his mother dance to end the night, he enjoyed seeing her happy.…
This scene is important to both the text of the play and the film adaptation, and serves similar purposes in both. For example, it signifies the rising action of the film as it includes the first of many false accusations and confessions. In addition to the importance this scene has to the structure of the play, it is also a pivotal scene for both Tituba and Abigail. For Tituba, this scene is her brief rise to power. Her confession ensures the town’s trust in her, making her arguably the most powerful member of Salem. However, Abigail sees not only the power that Tituba gains through her confession, but also the potential that she herself may have to influence the town. In general, this scene conveys the leverage over other members of Salem…
On July 5, 1884, four sailors were cast away from their ship in a storm 1,600 miles from the Cape of Good Hope. Their lifeboat contained neither water nor much food. On the 20th day of their ordeal, Dudley and Stevens, without the assistance or agreement of Brooks, cut the throat of the fourth sailor, a 17- or 18-year-old boy. They had not eaten since day 12. Water had been available only occasionally. At the time of the death, the men were probably about 1,000 miles from land. Prior to his death, the boy was lying helplessly in the bottom of the boat. The three surviving sailors ate the boy’s remains for four days, at which point they were rescued by a passing boat. They were in a seriously weakened condition.…
I called Dianna today to follow-up on the sleep study order I faxed over to Neuro Diagnostic sleep centers. I had to leave a message.…
Hello Cincinnati. As you already know, today is a joyous day for friends, family, and the Great American Pastime, Baseball. Today we celebrate the Red legs Run as well as the Red's community fund. For those of you who don't know, the Red's community Fund blends together the team's long history of community involvement with a present-day commitment to at-risk kids throughout Greater Cincinnati. Since its inception in 2001, the Reds Community Fund has used baseball as a medium to reach out to kids. As the nonprofit division of baseball's first professional team, the Community Fund strives to fabricate programs that connects unprivileged children with baseball, while also developing fundraising programs that unites baseball with the community.…
Dr Phil: Today we have a guest that witnessed a major issue going on in our society today. Please put your hands together for Melinda Sordino. *Crowd applauds* Dr. Phil: Hello, Melinda Melinda: Hello, I’m so thankful to be here today to share my story and thoughts. Dr. Phil: So would you mind going ahead and explaining your situation, being all truth and no lies.…
I pulled my beanie securely on my head as I crouched down on a sturdy tree branch. My hunting knife reflected the dim light of the moon. It glinted letting my prey know I was there. "Yeah, I love a good chase!" I jumped from branch to branch as I chase my target. His brown hair was starting to gray but he ran pretty good for someone in their late forties. At least that's what boss lady said. I jumped down quietly as the man began to get tired. He began huffing as his pace slowed. I knocked into his back sending him into a tree. His chest heavily moved with his ragged breaths. I slowly approached him as I pulled my hunting knife back out. "Let play," I said in a deadpan tone. My eyes lost their light as I stared down at him.…
Hi Victoria, this is Brenden, Sydney's old boyfriend. I think we only met once at our old apartment, so I hope this isn't too weird. I just know that you two are close. Sometimes we have thoughts that won't leave our heads, so we write them down on paper, in a journal or a blog. Sometimes that doesn't cut it, though, and we want to send those words directly to the source, ya know? I'd rather not send this to her, especially right before Christmas. Hell, I shouldn't even be sending this to you, but I suppose I can't help it.…
I don't know to what extent it had been there, remaining there, before me, or on the off chance that I had been there previously. I saw one evening to turn upward from my daily paper, behind the blind that serves as the window dress before my most loved seat.…
My heart pounds like a drum as thousands of romans scream in delight as I slay yet another gladiator in these accursed games. It is not my wish to participate in this horrid ring of blood, pain and death, but I must, for I am Priscus, a Celt, born and raised on the outskirts of Cisalpini, and captured by roman soldiers in 55 B.C whilst protecting my country. I worked in a pit, mining stone for Rome’s grand new city. One day a man came to our hole, he was a recruiter for a ‘games’ of sorts. I wasn’t picked at first, but they had second thoughts after a madman decided to hit me in the face, outraged I threw him to the ground and returned the favour. After a few minutes of squabbling, we were pulled apart and…