There was no evidence in her voice that she didn’t love him. There was not a glossed over look in her eyes and her heart was still swelling for him. But she thought that it could not be, she thought that things never lasted and couldn’t be as pretty as what she had with him for long. She gave in to fear, and her relationship gave in under the pressure of it
bev
They had it all. It was building and building. they knew that soon they would have their perpetrator in custody and we would all be able to sleep a little easier at night knowing he was off the streets. We were finally going to be safe.
Laura Lahey
The body of evidence if overwhelming. There is no way they could possibly let him go based on the information you have amassed. It is just incredible. There is no one to … What? What do you mean? A witness? But I thought it was in the hole. I thought we’d bagged this one.
Evidence is always analyzed in a lab, which is essentially a vacuum, far removed from the scene of the crime. In fact, most things are done in a vacuum, scientists will always “decontaminate” things when they can.
She walked up to the car, leaving the scene. Her red pumps were no longer the pure cherry red that they were when she arrived. The heal was discolored. It was the color of red and rust combined. It was the only piece of evidence from what happened to the man who tried to kill her.
You don’t need evidence to know the truth. Sometimes you just know. This isn’t the most solid method, but you’ll know when you know. The evidence is just a little extra.
Even without enough evidence to support the claim, you are certain you’re right. What brought you to the conclusion at all was still a mystery, but that didn’t matter. You could figure the rest out later. What matter now was finding the man.
when i think of evidence. i think of bones, law and order, csi, and of course, psych. it kills me. but am i suppose to define evidence? if so….proof? lol. :]
krissy
There are so many things in my life that require evidence. Papers, school, moms. I’m really not one of those people who canjust come up with reasons why, there are no reasons why. Why can’t things just be? Obviously we can’t get enough of reasons. It’s selfish really. the need we have to know.
Moriah Foronda
I’m tired and I don’t want to actually type about anything, but I like continuity. BUT, I find it FRUSTRATING that there is no statistical evidence for Public vs. Private sector space exploration. A month ago, I would have never cared about a debate anything, but as soon as you get in it, sh** gets real. Not really tough. just this one resolution. AAGH. I finished typing early, so fjhgrjghergjegnhjrghnfergjkn.
The man shifted through the paperwork, the various items, a frown forming his face. Evidence? Could this be called evidence? They were reaching at wisps in the wind, feathers that had long since floated away. There was no denying it, despite the shifting eyes that constantly attempted to avoid the truth, there was no answer to the case. With a silent sigh, he flipped over the picture of the smiling girl, it was over.
Evidence in the furnace. It is a Cannibal Corpse song. Unfortunately, I can not be creative with this word without having that song roar through my head. Now, that’s a good song..
The evidence was very clear. He had cheated without a doubt. Walking into this room, filled with the stench of cheap woman’s perfume, was the toothpick that broke
Clyde
I tried not to look him in the eyes. They held all the evidence I needed to know that he didn’t love me. He couldn’t love me. I was just a picture of his past, an old photograph fading away. I would never be what needed, what he wanted. That was harder than anything else, really. The fact that he didn’t need me, even though I desperately and irrevocably needed him.
The trail of cookie crumbs leading to the boy’s room were just as clear evidence as the trail of his blood leading to the open window above his bed. The cool breeze blew in and the curtains fluttered in the empty bedroom. The man’s car left skid marks on the street but he and the boy were long gone.
They cried for him to come back
but he never did.
Zoey
The evidence I had against him definitely proved him guilty. He was a lie, a cheat. I knew I could no longer look at him the same way; he wasn’t the guy I knew three years ago, he was a complete stranger. And finally understanding hat there was nothing I could do to help him or change him I moved on and decided to take all the effort I had put into him into myself. It was time to start worrying about pleasing me, not everyone around me. Such an idea was so refreshing for my soul, and I felt happiness come knocking on my door.
Most men and women spend their lives searching for “true love.” But Catherine didn’t need to. In an act of pure mercy, True Love had found her and chosen her out of millions of people. God had given her everything: life, security, talents, comfort, and forgiveness. Yet, she often overlooked these beautiful gifts and skeptically searched for evidence of His love and care, even His existence. But, as she doubted and denied Him, He remained absolute, solid, sure, and unwaveringly loving towards her, in spite of her myriad failures and lack of gratitude. That is true love.
“I have loved you,” says the LORD. “
Yet you say, ‘In what way have You loved us?’
Was not Esau Jacob’s brother?” Says the LORD. “ Yet Jacob I have loved; but Esau I have hated.” Malachi 1:2-3.
It was clear. There was no way anyone was going to be able to prove she’d done it. No blood, no prints, no clues of any kind.
The cleanest job she’d done in eleven years. Not since Jack’s drowning had she done such a good job.
Ellen smiled.
What now? She wasn’t sure.
Ayila
Found in crime scenes. Found in the minds of evolutionists and creationists alike. It’s supposed to prove something, but it almost seems silly because some other evidence always comes up that disproves the previous. Something always contradicts it.
Judy Smith
I left a trail for you to follow. It doesn’t lead to me. It will bring you back to the places we used to be, will wander through the bars and haunted hotels, trail us through the woods near where we used to live. The evidence will dangle from street-signs and broken mailboxes. It doesn’t lead to me.
i already had this ncis the good wife, lawyers, you need it to prove something, watching the good wife with my mom, it can be good or bad, i have no idea what else to say but this minute is taking forever, sometimes you have to go undercover to look for it, can go against you or save your life..
averie
There is so much eveidene you can find when you look for it. As long as you have proof there are plenty of things you can find out. With evidence you can onquer all because anyone is innocent until proven guilty. Therefore, evidence is all around us. Look for it anywhere.
Jacky
It’s the way we decide. It’s MEL-Con, the daily discussion in both my job and my husband’s. It’s fingerprints, bags of cocaine, and the written word by which I judge my freshmen. It’s everything.
Katherine Schutte
facts.to prove you guilty or not guilty.
it saves lives, or ruins them
would i rather be oblivious to evidence?
or not
Racquel
is the real thing that you use to validate the fake thing that you made up. evidence is available for every made up thing you could ever possibly make up that you want to believe. one piece of evidence could prove totally opposite theories. yummy evidence, food for the thought of our realities.
Evidence is complecated. It can be lieve and actually be true or false or even sometimes changed for the ideas of a single person. It is usually associated with scientific thought and is also a very complex set of boundaries in that there are usually too much evidence with too little time to analize it.
Amiel
Hard evidence. That’s what we needed. It was so cold outside, and yet, I couldn’t call off the hunt. That would be suicide for all of us. If the judge threw this case out again… I can’t even begin to imagine the consequences. But it would be over. It would be over for all of us.
Liz
All the evidence you will ever need, will be right in front of you . If its not its not worth it.
Miranda
The police commissioner sat idly in his chair, review the evidence from the latest murder case he was assigned to. He didn’t like the way his team had hendled it. There was only one man for this job….BATMAN
Tycho Shiel
I glared at him as he repeated the question smugly. “Is there any evidence my client assaulted you?” I wanted to strangle this man. I wanted to scream all the nasty things I knew to say. There was no evidence, and he knew this, but I was not a liar. I knew what that sick bastard had done to me. I knew he was probably going to get away with it too. Disgusting.
Amelia
Evidence. What a boring word. I am evidence that even a writer can find a word with three Es, a V, N, and a D boring.
Ginger Vieira
What evidence will there be of my life? Will people remember me? I know my parents will and my brothers and sisters too. Have I impacted anyone? Touched someone’e heart with a smile? Do they even notice how much I care about them? Maybe not. One can only hope…and keep smiling.
The jury was wrong by far. They had no evidence! Why conclude such things about a poor, innocent, young (and innocent) victim! Had they no respect for the judicial system or any moral obligations at all? How could they? Evidence is the most fundamental thing in the universe.
There was no evidence on the girl’s face. You could never tell by looking at her that her boyfriend had just ended their two year relationship. She was sad, of course, but she knew she had to move on.
Lacey
That was all I needed; Evidence. Evidence could truly prove that this, this… thing was the one who murdered my son. Evidence.
Nyla
There was none. No evidence to link him to the crime. Except she would always know. She would always remember that December night and how he scarred her forever. No physical evidence but the emotional evidence would remain forever. Remain until she was buried six feet under the ground.
Teeps
Evidence can show us what happened. It can prove things we don’t want proven as well as lead to punishments for those who commit crimes. Sometimes evidence is tampered with and innocent people are “proven” guilty. You can use evidence to support ideas in academia.
There was no evidence in her voice that she didn’t love him. There was not a glossed over look in her eyes and her heart was still swelling for him. But she thought that it could not be, she thought that things never lasted and couldn’t be as pretty as what she had with him for long. She gave in to fear, and her relationship gave in under the pressure of it
They had it all. It was building and building. they knew that soon they would have their perpetrator in custody and we would all be able to sleep a little easier at night knowing he was off the streets. We were finally going to be safe.
The body of evidence if overwhelming. There is no way they could possibly let him go based on the information you have amassed. It is just incredible. There is no one to … What? What do you mean? A witness? But I thought it was in the hole. I thought we’d bagged this one.
Evidence is always analyzed in a lab, which is essentially a vacuum, far removed from the scene of the crime. In fact, most things are done in a vacuum, scientists will always “decontaminate” things when they can.
She walked up to the car, leaving the scene. Her red pumps were no longer the pure cherry red that they were when she arrived. The heal was discolored. It was the color of red and rust combined. It was the only piece of evidence from what happened to the man who tried to kill her.
You don’t need evidence to know the truth. Sometimes you just know. This isn’t the most solid method, but you’ll know when you know. The evidence is just a little extra.
There was evidence of multi-dimensional insanity.
Even without enough evidence to support the claim, you are certain you’re right. What brought you to the conclusion at all was still a mystery, but that didn’t matter. You could figure the rest out later. What matter now was finding the man.
when i think of evidence. i think of bones, law and order, csi, and of course, psych. it kills me. but am i suppose to define evidence? if so….proof? lol. :]
There are so many things in my life that require evidence. Papers, school, moms. I’m really not one of those people who canjust come up with reasons why, there are no reasons why. Why can’t things just be? Obviously we can’t get enough of reasons. It’s selfish really. the need we have to know.
I’m tired and I don’t want to actually type about anything, but I like continuity. BUT, I find it FRUSTRATING that there is no statistical evidence for Public vs. Private sector space exploration. A month ago, I would have never cared about a debate anything, but as soon as you get in it, sh** gets real. Not really tough. just this one resolution. AAGH. I finished typing early, so fjhgrjghergjegnhjrghnfergjkn.
The man shifted through the paperwork, the various items, a frown forming his face. Evidence? Could this be called evidence? They were reaching at wisps in the wind, feathers that had long since floated away. There was no denying it, despite the shifting eyes that constantly attempted to avoid the truth, there was no answer to the case. With a silent sigh, he flipped over the picture of the smiling girl, it was over.
Evidence in the furnace. It is a Cannibal Corpse song. Unfortunately, I can not be creative with this word without having that song roar through my head. Now, that’s a good song..
The evidence was very clear. He had cheated without a doubt. Walking into this room, filled with the stench of cheap woman’s perfume, was the toothpick that broke
I tried not to look him in the eyes. They held all the evidence I needed to know that he didn’t love me. He couldn’t love me. I was just a picture of his past, an old photograph fading away. I would never be what needed, what he wanted. That was harder than anything else, really. The fact that he didn’t need me, even though I desperately and irrevocably needed him.
The trail of cookie crumbs leading to the boy’s room were just as clear evidence as the trail of his blood leading to the open window above his bed. The cool breeze blew in and the curtains fluttered in the empty bedroom. The man’s car left skid marks on the street but he and the boy were long gone.
They cried for him to come back
but he never did.
The evidence I had against him definitely proved him guilty. He was a lie, a cheat. I knew I could no longer look at him the same way; he wasn’t the guy I knew three years ago, he was a complete stranger. And finally understanding hat there was nothing I could do to help him or change him I moved on and decided to take all the effort I had put into him into myself. It was time to start worrying about pleasing me, not everyone around me. Such an idea was so refreshing for my soul, and I felt happiness come knocking on my door.
Most men and women spend their lives searching for “true love.” But Catherine didn’t need to. In an act of pure mercy, True Love had found her and chosen her out of millions of people. God had given her everything: life, security, talents, comfort, and forgiveness. Yet, she often overlooked these beautiful gifts and skeptically searched for evidence of His love and care, even His existence. But, as she doubted and denied Him, He remained absolute, solid, sure, and unwaveringly loving towards her, in spite of her myriad failures and lack of gratitude. That is true love.
“I have loved you,” says the LORD. “
Yet you say, ‘In what way have You loved us?’
Was not Esau Jacob’s brother?” Says the LORD. “ Yet Jacob I have loved; but Esau I have hated.” Malachi 1:2-3.
It was clear. There was no way anyone was going to be able to prove she’d done it. No blood, no prints, no clues of any kind.
The cleanest job she’d done in eleven years. Not since Jack’s drowning had she done such a good job.
Ellen smiled.
What now? She wasn’t sure.
Found in crime scenes. Found in the minds of evolutionists and creationists alike. It’s supposed to prove something, but it almost seems silly because some other evidence always comes up that disproves the previous. Something always contradicts it.
I left a trail for you to follow. It doesn’t lead to me. It will bring you back to the places we used to be, will wander through the bars and haunted hotels, trail us through the woods near where we used to live. The evidence will dangle from street-signs and broken mailboxes. It doesn’t lead to me.
i already had this ncis the good wife, lawyers, you need it to prove something, watching the good wife with my mom, it can be good or bad, i have no idea what else to say but this minute is taking forever, sometimes you have to go undercover to look for it, can go against you or save your life..
There is so much eveidene you can find when you look for it. As long as you have proof there are plenty of things you can find out. With evidence you can onquer all because anyone is innocent until proven guilty. Therefore, evidence is all around us. Look for it anywhere.
It’s the way we decide. It’s MEL-Con, the daily discussion in both my job and my husband’s. It’s fingerprints, bags of cocaine, and the written word by which I judge my freshmen. It’s everything.
facts.to prove you guilty or not guilty.
it saves lives, or ruins them
would i rather be oblivious to evidence?
or not
is the real thing that you use to validate the fake thing that you made up. evidence is available for every made up thing you could ever possibly make up that you want to believe. one piece of evidence could prove totally opposite theories. yummy evidence, food for the thought of our realities.
Evidence is complecated. It can be lieve and actually be true or false or even sometimes changed for the ideas of a single person. It is usually associated with scientific thought and is also a very complex set of boundaries in that there are usually too much evidence with too little time to analize it.
Hard evidence. That’s what we needed. It was so cold outside, and yet, I couldn’t call off the hunt. That would be suicide for all of us. If the judge threw this case out again… I can’t even begin to imagine the consequences. But it would be over. It would be over for all of us.
All the evidence you will ever need, will be right in front of you . If its not its not worth it.
The police commissioner sat idly in his chair, review the evidence from the latest murder case he was assigned to. He didn’t like the way his team had hendled it. There was only one man for this job….BATMAN
I glared at him as he repeated the question smugly. “Is there any evidence my client assaulted you?” I wanted to strangle this man. I wanted to scream all the nasty things I knew to say. There was no evidence, and he knew this, but I was not a liar. I knew what that sick bastard had done to me. I knew he was probably going to get away with it too. Disgusting.
Evidence. What a boring word. I am evidence that even a writer can find a word with three Es, a V, N, and a D boring.
What evidence will there be of my life? Will people remember me? I know my parents will and my brothers and sisters too. Have I impacted anyone? Touched someone’e heart with a smile? Do they even notice how much I care about them? Maybe not. One can only hope…and keep smiling.
i just took a photograph. the best evidence, a copy of reality. Don’t sass me roommate. Don’t talk unless you have something worth saying.
Just give me some evidence, any evidence, that you like me.
Please i’m dying here, just give me a sign!
I like you.
I hope you feel the same.
The jury was wrong by far. They had no evidence! Why conclude such things about a poor, innocent, young (and innocent) victim! Had they no respect for the judicial system or any moral obligations at all? How could they? Evidence is the most fundamental thing in the universe.
There was no evidence on the girl’s face. You could never tell by looking at her that her boyfriend had just ended their two year relationship. She was sad, of course, but she knew she had to move on.
That was all I needed; Evidence. Evidence could truly prove that this, this… thing was the one who murdered my son. Evidence.
There was none. No evidence to link him to the crime. Except she would always know. She would always remember that December night and how he scarred her forever. No physical evidence but the emotional evidence would remain forever. Remain until she was buried six feet under the ground.
Evidence can show us what happened. It can prove things we don’t want proven as well as lead to punishments for those who commit crimes. Sometimes evidence is tampered with and innocent people are “proven” guilty. You can use evidence to support ideas in academia.