The Word Is Murder Novels & Stories

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She asked as Micheal looked down at his uncle before looking back at his mother, who noticed the sudden darkness that invaded her son's eyes. "Oh, him, nothing really, I just choked the life out of him until I realized that it was not worth killing him because I'm not a murder like him, so I let go," he replied as Marissa's face went pale, "M-Murder?" She stuttered as Micheal raised an eyebrow. "Yes, isn't that what they call a person who kills another person, a murder," Micheal responded as Marissa tried to stay calm and collected.

Eyes widening, I begin to understand what this is, but I can’t make sense of why I’m here. As I try to make sense of what is happening, my body starts to slowly move forward, making its way toward the table and the man that lays atop it with no fingers or toes. When I reach him, his dark accusatory eyes come to rest on me, and his mouth begins to move, forming a single word. Murderer. Again and again, he silently speaks the word while my mind reels, and all I want to do is turn and run away. “Do it." L’s voice husks close to my ear. “Kill him.”

Jenna said seriously. What? Was it really murder? Aunt Lee was shocked by Jenna's words, and she asked with a trembling tone, "Who was the one who murdered Minister Murphy? He had never offended anyone. I might be wrong about other things, but I have stayed in your house for years. I know very well that Minister Murphy had a good personality, and he had never done anything illegal. It is impossible that he offended someone. Who is so cruel to even want him dead?"

The trailed it left in a soft patter, leaving droplets, but soon enough it would leave something much worst. The one who was holding it licked her lips. With dilated eyes, the shadows screeched exactly as the clouds covered the clouds adherently to tell the abhorrent crime that was yet to begin. A murder of hate, a vengeful grudge of a soul that has been taken for granted. ** On the other hand…

A picture of a trash bag appeared on the screen, together with a couple of blurred pixels of blood around it. “The police are now investigating what they have believed to be a murder.” Alice felt her thumping heart slowed. It was scary to think that there might be a murderer out there, but at least, it was not someone she knew. At least, it was not her fault. “That’s terrifying,” Wilson commented as he watched the news with her. “First, it was your friend, then now, this. This town is starting to crawl with dangerous people.” That night, Alice had a hard time sleeping. She shifted on her bed multiple times, she counted sheep and got herself a nice glass of warm milk, but the drowsiness of sl

These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloomily, casting an eye on the mountains. The sub-inspector gave a stiff nod and carefully studied the inspector who seemed to be lost in contemplation. ‘From what I have seen, murders are of two types,’ said the inspector, the tips of his fingers coming together. ‘First are the unplanned ones, committed by people who were suffocated in some way by the acts of the would-be victims. When they see an opportunity, their fear is eclipsed by the pain they have suffered and they strike.’

Enraged, they hurled stones and dirty water at me. "Officer, execute him as soon as possible! We won't feel safe otherwise!" "Damn it–this kind of monster kills, dumps the body, cheats on his wife, and still tries to frame her? He deserves to die!" "He must be a psychopath–who else would murder someone and dump the body in broad daylight?" Suddenly, a thought struck me. I struggled again and shouted, "Officer–after all this, who exactly are you saying I killed?"

Matteo Rodriguez Most people think of murder in the same way that the killing is deliberate and premeditated. Some people say murder is the unlawful killing of another human without justification or valid excuse, especially the unlawful killing of another human with malice forethought. But to me, when I hear of a murder, what immediately comes into my mind is, 'What fueled this person to kill someone?'

Jean Luc could not wrap his mind around it, but maybe that was what the murderer wanted. With quickening breaths, he turned into the gaming room. His craving to resume playing the Human Apocalypse game flew out of the window. He knew the light blue inked pen that the murderer used to write the letter. Perhaps, it had RD's fingerprint somehow. He didn't know. His mind was in such a frenzy of worry that he could barely think straight.