was piling up against me. The defense crumbled. I shed my clothes and let the jury have their way with me. Less than metaphorically, more than literally. My sentencing was harsh.
Steve
evidence is a confirmation of what you suspected. Something can become evident, usually because of evidence. Evidence goes hand in hand with crime scenes but it also makes me think of crimes of the heart.
Nora
be the change you want to see in the world.
Hazen Valliant-Saunders
He didn’t have any hair. That’s what he thought when he woke up. He wasn’t sure what it meant. He didn’t pause to think about it. Instead he put on his cardigan and went off to the museum. He was meeting someone there for coffee.
krammer
evidence is something used to prove someone’s guilt or innocence, however, it is almost always ignored when being applied to religion or politics…why is that? And by the way…balls!
balls a swingin
Telling what you know and knowing what you see.
Proving yourself right.
Never pretending.
The truth only.
A fact, for or against.
Proving only.
ashley k
and what’s more, who the hell says we need evidence anyway, says mike.
mikey, mikey, mikey, always with the crumbs scattered across his mouth. always with the turnout. always with the fling.
and no more, is what i say. mikey has his life, and i have mine, and i’m glad to be rid of him.
matthew
Proof of crime committed. Blood spattered across the wall, it was clear that the victim had been murdered.
Em
She was looking at the floor, the red current jelly smeared against the wooden paneling. She could see the shards of glass from the broken window, she knew who it was. She knew what she was going to do. It was just the beginning.
imaneedle
The evidence is evidently not evident. Hence why we have gumshoes find the not so evident evidence that evidently can convict a man.
Jeremy
im just writing. i dont like this word. evidence implies that there is somebody to blame for doing something wrong. why do we spend so much time trying to place blame appropriately. that sucks! im looking for evidence that i’m not living in a dream.
john
The evidence was clear. She stormed into the room, screeching as she approached the cheating piece of shit she called a husband.
“WHY?” she screamed. “What would possess you?”
Just then, the bathroom door clicked and out walked a man, asking “Jack, you okay, babe?”
whit
The evidence is clear: No questions possible. He who’d done it, done it. The room was full of possible ‘he-who-done-it’s, but only the man with the mustache knew who it really was: It was…. It was….. He who had done it.
Stas
She was still in bed. He had left shortly before. Water was running in the sink, and her silk nightgown trickled over the edge of the bid, like a frozen waterfall and the blood was everywhere.
Fridae
The evidence shows a clear indication of guilt on the part of the plaintiff. She was in the right place at the right time and she had adequate motive.
Her clothes were soaked in blood, her fingerprints were on the gun, and she had a known hatred for him.
Tiffany
There is much evidence to suggest that many things happen. But what is evidence? One could say that it helps you decide if your wife is cheating on you? Another could say that it helps solve crimes. But it can be tampered with and isn’t always the most reliable of sources for a conviction
Emma
I need and evidence that all the fear is really just an illusion… though sometimes I know this in my heart, there come times when this is not so evident…
Uros
there are times when I wish that my life could be explained solely with the evidence provided. But then I look around, and realize that the most important questions can never be proven. Love, hate, laughter. All these things can never be backed with evidence. They exist only to exist. They defy any explanation. And I’m glad for that. Because too much structure, too many evidences would drive me mad.
Balon!
Evidence again, what crap is this thing? I think it’s hard enough to think without losing my imagination and reflex the inner self of every thinking creature
Why it has to be so, Aristoteles? I think it’s enough.
Ronja
Evidence. It was what they always wanted more of. It didn’t matter that they already new the truth. That the only reason they had bothered coming to a private eye is because they new the truth. They needed evidence. Photographs. Something tangible to prove that their spouse was cheating on them. That their kid was getting up to trouble.
Davey Stevenson
Evidence is the truth in siplest of forms, the butterfly that proves evolution and hurricanes to exist, before the flood could have happened
My evidence of existence is that I think
No – not enough
Ronja
The evidence is clear, the detective snarls. The other man cowers in his seat, his hands tangled together, shaking, crying. The detective smirks and says, *you* stole the cookies from the cookie jar.
Lily
Who has tampered with the evidence?
Don’t you know you’re supposed to wear gloves when you touch that shit? Now your fingerprints are all over it!
SEriously, what the fuck is the matter with you. It’s been one disaster after another since you joined this department. First you let that serial killer go because he gave you a Klondike bar, and now this!
The Gooch
oh yes oh yes here we are. trash can is full. not quite sure if i want to take it out just yet! i think ill go in the backyard and practice guitar. im pretty bad but I think I can get better with time. unfortunately, where i live is not the best place to do this. Maybe tomorrow i will do this or i will do that. it is always good to plan ahead.
nick
The evidence has been tampered with.
The Gooch
there is this situation… the worst of all. I think I killed someone and I am keeping it a secret.
the body is in my closet.
oh the life of living with a body in your closet. it looks at me when I open the folding doors. staring from those dark eyes.
d@rcie
I was think ofan evidence from the CSI in Dallas, one woman was shot behind her chest and there was one little hair over the bullet, I first couldn’t understand what it was, but it should have been the key of the case. This hair was the evidence.
Emir
I see very little evidence that aliens have visited Earth. I’m told that they wouldn’t come here anyway because there is too much methane in our atmosphere, so to the highly tuned noses of extraterrestrials Earth would smell of farts.
Alex
truth logic prison stealing murder guilty until proven innocent its the other way around really i hate cops they plant evidence to get people in trouble training day
Briana
one word a day? evedently
joey
there is evidence that wasn’t permitted. it was left out and drug out and thrown out. no one knew what to do. evidence leaves proof, but not enough to know who did it. evidence shows that we all have our faults and stupid moments. it’s what holds us accountable to our actions.
liz
There was the evidence, really; the cap on the top of the dresser; the blood-soaked shoe under the desk.
joe
What the hell is this box? I didn’t even read the first page. I just clicked “Go”. Or is it “Go.”? I don’t even know. That wasn’t supposed to rhyme either. Anyway, my head hurts and I’m not sure what this is so GOODBYE.
iggigi
The evidence is clear. Fuck.
Steve Jobs
The least important thing people need when using faith as basis of belief. Evidence is ignored; foolish coincidence is held up as proof.
SteadyTock
cruel
brake
tie
need
blank
candy
more
kill
for
why
can’t
maybe
no
dence
fence
yolanda latorre
Evidence of mistrust, of something more. Trails leading to the crushing emotions. Tiny hints of something that will end your life as you know it. Evidence. Just a tiny reminder of how fragile we are.
Mo
is never clear but is always apparent, dont always beliwve that of which you are unsure, because theres always more that meets the eyee, evidence is eveyrthing sthe he doesnt now, so i am not the the heasde of cases and evidence is throughout the whole of the way. i guess the time alloted is always more than you thought, or maybe its time allowed? never before and never agian
jeremy
man kind is an horid place…using things against one another in a way no other animal does. stupid criminals leaving things around as if it doesn’t matter, trying to hide away when all we do is find the truth in the end. so why try and hide just give it up and put your hands behind your back
janee
The cleak handed the marked evidence to the judge, who looked over her half-glasses, then at the attorney, his client, and then back at the clerk…
OK, if they want to do that, it’s their funeral… and handed it back tot he clerk, who began to read it to the jury.
was piling up against me. The defense crumbled. I shed my clothes and let the jury have their way with me. Less than metaphorically, more than literally. My sentencing was harsh.
evidence is a confirmation of what you suspected. Something can become evident, usually because of evidence. Evidence goes hand in hand with crime scenes but it also makes me think of crimes of the heart.
be the change you want to see in the world.
He didn’t have any hair. That’s what he thought when he woke up. He wasn’t sure what it meant. He didn’t pause to think about it. Instead he put on his cardigan and went off to the museum. He was meeting someone there for coffee.
evidence is something used to prove someone’s guilt or innocence, however, it is almost always ignored when being applied to religion or politics…why is that? And by the way…balls!
Telling what you know and knowing what you see.
Proving yourself right.
Never pretending.
The truth only.
A fact, for or against.
Proving only.
and what’s more, who the hell says we need evidence anyway, says mike.
mikey, mikey, mikey, always with the crumbs scattered across his mouth. always with the turnout. always with the fling.
and no more, is what i say. mikey has his life, and i have mine, and i’m glad to be rid of him.
Proof of crime committed. Blood spattered across the wall, it was clear that the victim had been murdered.
She was looking at the floor, the red current jelly smeared against the wooden paneling. She could see the shards of glass from the broken window, she knew who it was. She knew what she was going to do. It was just the beginning.
The evidence is evidently not evident. Hence why we have gumshoes find the not so evident evidence that evidently can convict a man.
im just writing. i dont like this word. evidence implies that there is somebody to blame for doing something wrong. why do we spend so much time trying to place blame appropriately. that sucks! im looking for evidence that i’m not living in a dream.
The evidence was clear. She stormed into the room, screeching as she approached the cheating piece of shit she called a husband.
“WHY?” she screamed. “What would possess you?”
Just then, the bathroom door clicked and out walked a man, asking “Jack, you okay, babe?”
The evidence is clear: No questions possible. He who’d done it, done it. The room was full of possible ‘he-who-done-it’s, but only the man with the mustache knew who it really was: It was…. It was….. He who had done it.
She was still in bed. He had left shortly before. Water was running in the sink, and her silk nightgown trickled over the edge of the bid, like a frozen waterfall and the blood was everywhere.
The evidence shows a clear indication of guilt on the part of the plaintiff. She was in the right place at the right time and she had adequate motive.
Her clothes were soaked in blood, her fingerprints were on the gun, and she had a known hatred for him.
There is much evidence to suggest that many things happen. But what is evidence? One could say that it helps you decide if your wife is cheating on you? Another could say that it helps solve crimes. But it can be tampered with and isn’t always the most reliable of sources for a conviction
I need and evidence that all the fear is really just an illusion… though sometimes I know this in my heart, there come times when this is not so evident…
there are times when I wish that my life could be explained solely with the evidence provided. But then I look around, and realize that the most important questions can never be proven. Love, hate, laughter. All these things can never be backed with evidence. They exist only to exist. They defy any explanation. And I’m glad for that. Because too much structure, too many evidences would drive me mad.
Evidence again, what crap is this thing? I think it’s hard enough to think without losing my imagination and reflex the inner self of every thinking creature
Why it has to be so, Aristoteles? I think it’s enough.
Evidence. It was what they always wanted more of. It didn’t matter that they already new the truth. That the only reason they had bothered coming to a private eye is because they new the truth. They needed evidence. Photographs. Something tangible to prove that their spouse was cheating on them. That their kid was getting up to trouble.
Evidence is the truth in siplest of forms, the butterfly that proves evolution and hurricanes to exist, before the flood could have happened
My evidence of existence is that I think
No – not enough
The evidence is clear, the detective snarls. The other man cowers in his seat, his hands tangled together, shaking, crying. The detective smirks and says, *you* stole the cookies from the cookie jar.
Who has tampered with the evidence?
Don’t you know you’re supposed to wear gloves when you touch that shit? Now your fingerprints are all over it!
SEriously, what the fuck is the matter with you. It’s been one disaster after another since you joined this department. First you let that serial killer go because he gave you a Klondike bar, and now this!
oh yes oh yes here we are. trash can is full. not quite sure if i want to take it out just yet! i think ill go in the backyard and practice guitar. im pretty bad but I think I can get better with time. unfortunately, where i live is not the best place to do this. Maybe tomorrow i will do this or i will do that. it is always good to plan ahead.
The evidence has been tampered with.
there is this situation… the worst of all. I think I killed someone and I am keeping it a secret.
the body is in my closet.
oh the life of living with a body in your closet. it looks at me when I open the folding doors. staring from those dark eyes.
I was think ofan evidence from the CSI in Dallas, one woman was shot behind her chest and there was one little hair over the bullet, I first couldn’t understand what it was, but it should have been the key of the case. This hair was the evidence.
I see very little evidence that aliens have visited Earth. I’m told that they wouldn’t come here anyway because there is too much methane in our atmosphere, so to the highly tuned noses of extraterrestrials Earth would smell of farts.
truth logic prison stealing murder guilty until proven innocent its the other way around really i hate cops they plant evidence to get people in trouble training day
one word a day? evedently
there is evidence that wasn’t permitted. it was left out and drug out and thrown out. no one knew what to do. evidence leaves proof, but not enough to know who did it. evidence shows that we all have our faults and stupid moments. it’s what holds us accountable to our actions.
There was the evidence, really; the cap on the top of the dresser; the blood-soaked shoe under the desk.
What the hell is this box? I didn’t even read the first page. I just clicked “Go”. Or is it “Go.”? I don’t even know. That wasn’t supposed to rhyme either. Anyway, my head hurts and I’m not sure what this is so GOODBYE.
The evidence is clear. Fuck.
The least important thing people need when using faith as basis of belief. Evidence is ignored; foolish coincidence is held up as proof.
cruel
brake
tie
need
blank
candy
more
kill
for
why
can’t
maybe
no
dence
fence
Evidence of mistrust, of something more. Trails leading to the crushing emotions. Tiny hints of something that will end your life as you know it. Evidence. Just a tiny reminder of how fragile we are.
is never clear but is always apparent, dont always beliwve that of which you are unsure, because theres always more that meets the eyee, evidence is eveyrthing sthe he doesnt now, so i am not the the heasde of cases and evidence is throughout the whole of the way. i guess the time alloted is always more than you thought, or maybe its time allowed? never before and never agian
man kind is an horid place…using things against one another in a way no other animal does. stupid criminals leaving things around as if it doesn’t matter, trying to hide away when all we do is find the truth in the end. so why try and hide just give it up and put your hands behind your back
The cleak handed the marked evidence to the judge, who looked over her half-glasses, then at the attorney, his client, and then back at the clerk…
OK, if they want to do that, it’s their funeral… and handed it back tot he clerk, who began to read it to the jury.