murder-mystery

You will take his life but you can't take his memory out of us.

I imagined her poised, a humerus in one hand, a toothbrush in the other, as she gently brushed away the last remnants of the person who had once used that arm to shake hands, open doors, lift a mug of tea. I wondered if it was so very different from how I myself looked when I sat on the floor of my finds room, perhaps sitting cross-legged, at the centre of a circle of newly cleaned bones, a tibia in one hand, a toothbrush in the other _

The figure in the cloak had turned, waving a fist in the air in a gesture of pure spite. __amn you!_ My whispered curse came as I drew my revolver, pausing only to take aim. Two shots rang out, shattering the very air between us. I could not be sure if the heavy bullets had found their mark; the fiend whirling around behind a chimney-stack a moment after I fired. A groan from the blackness below-it was Holmes!. - John Watson, Sherlock Holmes and the Whitechapel Murders

I stole a bit of a chopped vegetable and was about to put it in my mouth when Jae__ long fingers closed over my wrist. __hat? You can__ eat this raw?___t__ bitter melon. You won__ like it._ He went into the fridge and came out with something that looked halfway familiar. __ere, leftover bao. There__ char siu inside.___he red pork stuff? Yeah, I like that. I thought it was Chinese._ __t is. We also eat hamburgers and spaghetti.

It's strange when you think about it. There are hundreds and hundreds of murders in books and television. It would be hard for narrative fiction to survive without them. And yet there are almost none in real life, unless you happen to live in the wrong area. Why is it that we have such a need for murder mystery? And what is it that attracts us? The crime, or the solution? Do we have some primal need of bloodshed because our own lives are so safe, so comfortable?

If anyone was going to get themselves murdered to guarantee they would remain the center of attention, it would be him.

Planning a murder takes a lot of prep work.

These mega-churches are springing up all over the country__specially in the suburbs of large cities. And they all follow the same formula: A charismatic, self-anointed pastor starts a church by holding services in a home, then in a school. He targets the young professionals, who make good salaries__lthough the poorer folks are welcome too, as long as they__e willing to pay their fair share. When there are enough members, the pastor proposes buying land, then buildings, then more buildings, asking the people to give sacrificially to do God__ work.The pastor uses outrageous gimmicks in the worship services to create a massive word-of-mouth campaign for the church. Everybody__ excited about going to the big show on Sundays. For the children and youth, church is like going to a theme park. And what kid wouldn__ want to do that?A local TV ministry is added. Then it goes national. Then global. Services are streamed live to the internet. A satellite campus is opened, then another, and so on. Ministries are established in foreign countries.But whose church is it? The pastor__. Whose ministry is it? The pastor__. What is everything built on? The pastor. It is his church. His ministry. His empire.-- Hal, the mega-church blogger

Had a big trial. It was like an Errol Flynn movie.

We don't know how our choices can change the course of our lives until they do. Unfortunately, sometimes it takes tragedy for us to realize it.

I felt it burn all the way down my throat and into my stomach. I felt like I was dying.

His kiss was like no other! His kiss was enchanted and fairy-tale like. He applied pressure, but just enough to feel his tenderness and warmth. I could feel his heart beating wildly as he pressed his chest against my chest all the while his loving lips brushed up against mine with a care-filled affection. His tongue lightly licked the outer edges of my mouth, and then searched for my tongue. The pursuit allowed a marriage of both tongues to meet - inspiring a mingling tango of hot and heavy French kissing to manifest profusely. We kissed like two hot and horny teenagers, our mouths moving and craving each others lips, in animalistic desires!

No one mentioned the sad piece of tinsel, naked in places, hanging across the chimneybreast, nor that Twelfth Night was a week ago. No one mentioned the two Christmas cards on the mantelpiece. No one mentioned them because inside they were blank.

There was noise in the corridor outside Alice__ office; and though it was nothing of concern, they separated. Roger stood, fingers tucked into his waistcoat pockets, admiring prints on the wall that held no interest for him. The noise was Melanie, but her voice, a length of razor wire wrapped in a soufflé, eventually faded.

She smiled as though someone had just offered her, the oldest virgin in town, a fully functioning Kingsize Vibro vibrator and a deluxe inhibition bypass.

If you want to kill serious crime, you have to kill serious criminals!

He couldn__ read her these days; it was as though she__ been taken away from him, and in her place some alien had dropped a figure that looked like Alice, but was a cheap imitation of her with half the emotions missing or malfunctioning.

Far as I know, Legal Aid was invented to help poor people fight wrongs; [the criminals] are abusing the system, and the damned lawyers help them do it. They__e all sticking two fingers up at them who pay their taxes. And I__l tell you sommat for free, Sir George, them who pays the taxes are eventually going to get fed up of it.