The suspects gathered around the dead corpse trying to figure out how he fell from the roof top. Alexander looked up, the wind blowing slightly enough to make the trees sway. He thought of Mike and wondered if he was safe
Slivrvolf
She can’t keep her eyes from flickering over to where we stand, even though she knows that we know she’s watching. I force a cheery smile and give her a little wave and watch as she stiffens and wheels around in disgust.
“Do you think she suspects?” he asks me nervously.
“Nah. Otherwise she probably would have charged right over here.”
She suspects nothing. I glide closer and closer, the long sharp blade shining lethally in my hand. She bends toward the oven, nothing on her mind but the chicken, now smelling of lemon, garlic and basil. As she opens the oven door, I pounce! Slicing off a portion of the chickjen, I shout triumphantly, “Beat yah!” I had won the race for the first taste!
Betty Barker
this week has been fun. Though it was quite disappointing, it was fun. He has a new girl in his life and we’re all opposed to it. For me, i don’t know if its because i liked him or if its because of the other girl. I’ve been suspecting them for days and now that I’ve had it confirmed, I lost all interest. nothing left, so yeah i still oppose. I want him and my other friend to end up together and that\s legit
Only suspicion yield suspects, only fear yields foes, but from where do the eyes of the artists grow?
Seth
People always assume that if someone they love were to be murdered, they would be able to spot the man who killed that loved on sight. They don’t know how wrong there are.
When someone you love is killed, everyone looks like a suspect. The mail man, the lady who waters her flowers across the street far too late at night, even that teenager down the street with the awful haircut. They all did it. They are the ones that turned me into a monster.
Rory
three suspects walked into the police station. They were apprehended ealier that morning but it wasn’t until now that the officer decided to inflict what was to be the most daunting 3 days of torturous interrogation. Their crime? It was undetermined to all but one of them. Without the others realizing it, she was to be the only one to walk away free.
Cecily
There weren’t a lot of suspects at the “Batman” massacre…in fact is some really creepy dude with a creepy smile in his mug shot.I don’t know who in their right mind would go to a movie theater to kill a lot of innocent people.
The doctor turned and stared at the town police men looking at him expectantly, eyes narrowing.
“What do you mean?” He demanded loudly, and both officers flinched. “How in the world do you think I could possibly kill my own kid?”
Colleen White
All people are suspect, unfortunately for me there is only a handful of people who I trust don’t have untrue intentions. The rest have done nothing but, prove me wrong. I don’t know if I was just born differently or what but, I have run across people who make me wonder if they were raised by criminals. I hope to be proven right more often as I get older and move away from this town.
The usual suspects sauntered in as I stood there with my hands on my hips and a frown on my face. Their sheepish grins gave them away. My two blond hair blue-eyed bundles of joy and trouble exchanged knowing glances. Pointing at each other they protested in unison. “He did it.”
sheila Good
i think that you are are a terriffic person please explin me what are you think about my life avout your life, have a anice nite, good nite darling
alisson
Michael has a crush on somebody named Diana. Well Diana suspects that Michael has a crush on him. Michael suspects that Diana knows that he has a crush on her. He has nothing else to do but to confess to her. Diana confessed to Michael too that she has a crush on him. They both lived happily ever after. THE END.
The man walked slowly into his office and stopped in his tracks. His apprentice was lying on the floor, blood trickling from a head wound. All of the other coworkers stood in a circle around him, whispering and looking fearful.
Megan
Suwspects come form any simple act. From any word, place, location or picture. They come awith baggage and with situation that we never expect. Suspects for crimes, passions, mates. So Many things can come from these naging suspicions.
Koun
Crimes, were committed yet there were no suspects, but yet everyone was a suspect. A cunundrum in itself. tensions were high as everyone looked suspect
Rachel Sanchez
All lined up, staring off at different directions. Shuffling a bit, hands in pocket. She stared them all down, with that cool gaze of hers. They shifted uncomfortably. The tall dark man next to her fidgeted ever so slightly. “He’s not here,” she said finally.
tomo
a group of people who seem involved in a conflict, such as eye witneses
Valeria
Suspects should be innocent until proven guilty. But usually it’s the other way around. We have a terrible media that distorts truth for rating and ruins lives. The word suspect might as well be a death sentence. Oh, and fuck Nancy Grace.
teradactyl
The suspects were lined up against the back wall. The officer asked me to identify the shooter, the man who had killed my father for the three dollars in his wallet. I looked form face to face but he wasn’t there, the man with the black hair was missing.
Prof. Plum, Col. Mustard, Mrs. White. Miss Peacock, Miss Scarlet, and Mr. Green.
SammiRye777
“He suspects a plot,” whispered the voice from within the confessional. “However, he doesn’t know it comes from inside the church.”
“Excellent,” whispered the nobleman back, leaning his forehead against the bars. He slid a velvet coin purse through the slot. “I hope that is a considerable enough contribution to the church?”
He peered up from under his hat as rain poured over the brim. His cold eyes darted from side to side as he carefully examined the others on the street. Any one of them could have done it. He just had to figure out who.
Many people believe the suspects were guilty, few gave us the benefit of doubt. In this world evidence and facts are subordinate to the belief of crowds. Rumour and inuendo will out play truth in the end. The more you defend yourself the guiltier you look. And you don’t want to be on the wrong side of a crowd, while there are lots of them and they trip over each other when they chase you, in the end there is always someone new and fresh to take up the pursuit.
There were about 20 suspects that the police had found, 9 of them didn’t match the description and 2 of them had somewhat reasonable alibis. It was the other 9 that we weren’t too sure about. It seemed as if they were hiding something. But how could all nine of them have the right description and seem suspicious. Something just didnt fit.
Suspects 1-11 were sent home and 12-20 were sent to a “green room.” One by one they were each called into rooms 1 or 2.
“We have several suspects.” The detective explained, shuffling the papers on his cluttered desk.
“Is there one that you’re more… er, suspicious about than the others?” I asked hopefully.
He sighed.
“We’ll tell you when we have a lead, Miss. I promise.”
Anna
i was about to tell you something, but i forgot what i was to say, i love fresh air, and artificial things, but im not happy anymore, sad but true…
Ice Cupcake
Everyone points fingers at everyone else
but themeleves even the most inncoent are gulity,
is that what society has come to the fact
that no one trusts anyoen anyone at all
we are all so scared to be nice and friendly
because then someone suspects that
we are up to soemthing when all we
are doing is being nive and friendly go figure since
there is a world without trust then everyone
then becomes a suspect in this world
and no one is above suspicion,
everyone is a suspect at some point in time
it will happen to the best of us
even in the court of law the court of law the guilty is set free
while the innocent rot in jail
since we do not trust are allies,
we will end up fighting with our allies
and trusting no one in this world
what is a world without trust
if there is no trust
then there is no relationship or treaty to be established
Casey Banks
They needed money. They had thought long and hard about fundraisers but to be honest with today’s society there was no hope. There last chance was to rob a bank. They pulled up in a black Cadillac with tinted windows. This wasn’t going to be an easy task but they HAD to do it.
haley
suspects are bad people sometimes like in a murder trial, but other times they’re good. sometimes suspects are not at all the murderer, but simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. sometimes people can be too harsh on a suspect, but then again, murder is harsh too.
j
There were about 20 suspects that the police had found, 9 of them didn’t match the description and 2 of them had somewhat reasonable alibis. It was the other 9 that we weren’t too sure about. It seemed as if they were hiding something. But how could all nine of them have the right description and seem suspicious. Something just didnt fit.
Christina
She suspected that her mother had made the wrong soup. It tasted a tad off tonight and Angelica was furious. She scolded her mother and the mother knew that she had made a mistake. Back to the kitchen went Angelica’s mother.
haley
i’m a suspect, not the usual suspect though. that’d be far too predictable, who wants to be the usual suspect anyway, being just “the suspect” is better, but not too sure about suspects, suspects means you’re expecting something and therefore have a vision of what the future holds. You shouldn’t, you shouldn’t.
Kane Miller
In light of the recent tragedy in Aurora Colorado, the word “suspects” has no true relevance. This tragedy did not occur as a matter of gun violence, political frustration or clever attack. This was a senseless act of terror and there are no suspects, there is only a villain.
Aurora Author
Who did it? Was it you, sir? Seeking fame and fortune? Or perhaps it was your wife, doing it for you under your nose. (And your very prominent moustache. I must say, it is a fine mustache.) Perhaps your butler, seeking revenge? Your own lawyer, seeking early pay?
There are many suspects in the world; I think in the case of the 4 gospels, no one would have thought Judas Iscariot was to be the blame for the handing over of the Messiah. But what I enjoy so much is the fulfillment of such a prophecy as that one; everything is truly in His hands. The way He died…everything.
While walking down the street and peeking into the window of a barber shop. The boy noticed blood escaping the three bodies on the floor. He ran as he heard the sirens and no one ever suspected a thing.
Sspects are people who are blamed for something they probably did, i spelt suspects drong hbe gwh fist parem oh no almost two seconds left mwawaawawawhahahahhahah oh n the suspects are evil
Jasmin
Some say they automatically suspect strangers of being guilty of something, that it’s natural to distrust those with whom we are unfamiliar. Myself, on the other hand, am obviously too naive or uneducated in the rules of confiding in others, because I have the curse of trusting everyone; and that’s how you fall in love with idiots.
The suspects gathered around the dead corpse trying to figure out how he fell from the roof top. Alexander looked up, the wind blowing slightly enough to make the trees sway. He thought of Mike and wondered if he was safe
She can’t keep her eyes from flickering over to where we stand, even though she knows that we know she’s watching. I force a cheery smile and give her a little wave and watch as she stiffens and wheels around in disgust.
“Do you think she suspects?” he asks me nervously.
“Nah. Otherwise she probably would have charged right over here.”
She suspects nothing. I glide closer and closer, the long sharp blade shining lethally in my hand. She bends toward the oven, nothing on her mind but the chicken, now smelling of lemon, garlic and basil. As she opens the oven door, I pounce! Slicing off a portion of the chickjen, I shout triumphantly, “Beat yah!” I had won the race for the first taste!
this week has been fun. Though it was quite disappointing, it was fun. He has a new girl in his life and we’re all opposed to it. For me, i don’t know if its because i liked him or if its because of the other girl. I’ve been suspecting them for days and now that I’ve had it confirmed, I lost all interest. nothing left, so yeah i still oppose. I want him and my other friend to end up together and that\s legit
Only suspicion yield suspects, only fear yields foes, but from where do the eyes of the artists grow?
People always assume that if someone they love were to be murdered, they would be able to spot the man who killed that loved on sight. They don’t know how wrong there are.
When someone you love is killed, everyone looks like a suspect. The mail man, the lady who waters her flowers across the street far too late at night, even that teenager down the street with the awful haircut. They all did it. They are the ones that turned me into a monster.
three suspects walked into the police station. They were apprehended ealier that morning but it wasn’t until now that the officer decided to inflict what was to be the most daunting 3 days of torturous interrogation. Their crime? It was undetermined to all but one of them. Without the others realizing it, she was to be the only one to walk away free.
There weren’t a lot of suspects at the “Batman” massacre…in fact is some really creepy dude with a creepy smile in his mug shot.I don’t know who in their right mind would go to a movie theater to kill a lot of innocent people.
The doctor turned and stared at the town police men looking at him expectantly, eyes narrowing.
“What do you mean?” He demanded loudly, and both officers flinched. “How in the world do you think I could possibly kill my own kid?”
All people are suspect, unfortunately for me there is only a handful of people who I trust don’t have untrue intentions. The rest have done nothing but, prove me wrong. I don’t know if I was just born differently or what but, I have run across people who make me wonder if they were raised by criminals. I hope to be proven right more often as I get older and move away from this town.
The usual suspects sauntered in as I stood there with my hands on my hips and a frown on my face. Their sheepish grins gave them away. My two blond hair blue-eyed bundles of joy and trouble exchanged knowing glances. Pointing at each other they protested in unison. “He did it.”
i think that you are are a terriffic person please explin me what are you think about my life avout your life, have a anice nite, good nite darling
Michael has a crush on somebody named Diana. Well Diana suspects that Michael has a crush on him. Michael suspects that Diana knows that he has a crush on her. He has nothing else to do but to confess to her. Diana confessed to Michael too that she has a crush on him. They both lived happily ever after. THE END.
The man walked slowly into his office and stopped in his tracks. His apprentice was lying on the floor, blood trickling from a head wound. All of the other coworkers stood in a circle around him, whispering and looking fearful.
Suwspects come form any simple act. From any word, place, location or picture. They come awith baggage and with situation that we never expect. Suspects for crimes, passions, mates. So Many things can come from these naging suspicions.
Crimes, were committed yet there were no suspects, but yet everyone was a suspect. A cunundrum in itself. tensions were high as everyone looked suspect
All lined up, staring off at different directions. Shuffling a bit, hands in pocket. She stared them all down, with that cool gaze of hers. They shifted uncomfortably. The tall dark man next to her fidgeted ever so slightly. “He’s not here,” she said finally.
a group of people who seem involved in a conflict, such as eye witneses
Suspects should be innocent until proven guilty. But usually it’s the other way around. We have a terrible media that distorts truth for rating and ruins lives. The word suspect might as well be a death sentence. Oh, and fuck Nancy Grace.
The suspects were lined up against the back wall. The officer asked me to identify the shooter, the man who had killed my father for the three dollars in his wallet. I looked form face to face but he wasn’t there, the man with the black hair was missing.
Prof. Plum, Col. Mustard, Mrs. White. Miss Peacock, Miss Scarlet, and Mr. Green.
“He suspects a plot,” whispered the voice from within the confessional. “However, he doesn’t know it comes from inside the church.”
“Excellent,” whispered the nobleman back, leaning his forehead against the bars. He slid a velvet coin purse through the slot. “I hope that is a considerable enough contribution to the church?”
“It will be our lord’s last confession.”
He peered up from under his hat as rain poured over the brim. His cold eyes darted from side to side as he carefully examined the others on the street. Any one of them could have done it. He just had to figure out who.
Many people believe the suspects were guilty, few gave us the benefit of doubt. In this world evidence and facts are subordinate to the belief of crowds. Rumour and inuendo will out play truth in the end. The more you defend yourself the guiltier you look. And you don’t want to be on the wrong side of a crowd, while there are lots of them and they trip over each other when they chase you, in the end there is always someone new and fresh to take up the pursuit.
people who makes crimes or people who invest
There were about 20 suspects that the police had found, 9 of them didn’t match the description and 2 of them had somewhat reasonable alibis. It was the other 9 that we weren’t too sure about. It seemed as if they were hiding something. But how could all nine of them have the right description and seem suspicious. Something just didnt fit.
Suspects 1-11 were sent home and 12-20 were sent to a “green room.” One by one they were each called into rooms 1 or 2.
“We have several suspects.” The detective explained, shuffling the papers on his cluttered desk.
“Is there one that you’re more… er, suspicious about than the others?” I asked hopefully.
He sighed.
“We’ll tell you when we have a lead, Miss. I promise.”
i was about to tell you something, but i forgot what i was to say, i love fresh air, and artificial things, but im not happy anymore, sad but true…
Everyone points fingers at everyone else
but themeleves even the most inncoent are gulity,
is that what society has come to the fact
that no one trusts anyoen anyone at all
we are all so scared to be nice and friendly
because then someone suspects that
we are up to soemthing when all we
are doing is being nive and friendly go figure since
there is a world without trust then everyone
then becomes a suspect in this world
and no one is above suspicion,
everyone is a suspect at some point in time
it will happen to the best of us
even in the court of law the court of law the guilty is set free
while the innocent rot in jail
since we do not trust are allies,
we will end up fighting with our allies
and trusting no one in this world
what is a world without trust
if there is no trust
then there is no relationship or treaty to be established
They needed money. They had thought long and hard about fundraisers but to be honest with today’s society there was no hope. There last chance was to rob a bank. They pulled up in a black Cadillac with tinted windows. This wasn’t going to be an easy task but they HAD to do it.
suspects are bad people sometimes like in a murder trial, but other times they’re good. sometimes suspects are not at all the murderer, but simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. sometimes people can be too harsh on a suspect, but then again, murder is harsh too.
There were about 20 suspects that the police had found, 9 of them didn’t match the description and 2 of them had somewhat reasonable alibis. It was the other 9 that we weren’t too sure about. It seemed as if they were hiding something. But how could all nine of them have the right description and seem suspicious. Something just didnt fit.
She suspected that her mother had made the wrong soup. It tasted a tad off tonight and Angelica was furious. She scolded her mother and the mother knew that she had made a mistake. Back to the kitchen went Angelica’s mother.
i’m a suspect, not the usual suspect though. that’d be far too predictable, who wants to be the usual suspect anyway, being just “the suspect” is better, but not too sure about suspects, suspects means you’re expecting something and therefore have a vision of what the future holds. You shouldn’t, you shouldn’t.
In light of the recent tragedy in Aurora Colorado, the word “suspects” has no true relevance. This tragedy did not occur as a matter of gun violence, political frustration or clever attack. This was a senseless act of terror and there are no suspects, there is only a villain.
Who did it? Was it you, sir? Seeking fame and fortune? Or perhaps it was your wife, doing it for you under your nose. (And your very prominent moustache. I must say, it is a fine mustache.) Perhaps your butler, seeking revenge? Your own lawyer, seeking early pay?
Who can say?
There are many suspects in the world; I think in the case of the 4 gospels, no one would have thought Judas Iscariot was to be the blame for the handing over of the Messiah. But what I enjoy so much is the fulfillment of such a prophecy as that one; everything is truly in His hands. The way He died…everything.
While walking down the street and peeking into the window of a barber shop. The boy noticed blood escaping the three bodies on the floor. He ran as he heard the sirens and no one ever suspected a thing.
Sspects are people who are blamed for something they probably did, i spelt suspects drong hbe gwh fist parem oh no almost two seconds left mwawaawawawhahahahhahah oh n the suspects are evil
Some say they automatically suspect strangers of being guilty of something, that it’s natural to distrust those with whom we are unfamiliar. Myself, on the other hand, am obviously too naive or uneducated in the rules of confiding in others, because I have the curse of trusting everyone; and that’s how you fall in love with idiots.