Creative Writing: Agent Fox Types

to the elevator and went to the 10th floor where the storage is located. When they arrived at the

In the walls of the cubicle there were three orifices. To the right of the speak write, a small pneumatic tube for written messages, to the left, a larger one for newspapers; and in the side wall, within easy reach of Winston's arm, a large oblong slit protected by a wire grating. This last was for the disposal of waste paper. Similar slits existed in thousands or tens of thousands throughout the building, not only in every room but at short intervals in every corridor. For some reason they were nicknamed memory holes. When one knew that any document was due for destruction, or even when one saw a scrap of waste paper lying about, it was an automatic action to lift the flap of the nearest memory hole and drop it in, whereupon it would be whirled away on a current of warm air to the enormous furnaces which were hidden somewhere in the recesses of the building.

They found a dark wooden staircase running up in a rectangle and descending in a corner, hinting the remains of coffins, it wasn’t expected though as they thought they were looking at a grave of cholera victims.

Nothing has changed. I wait for Nico’s footsteps to retreat, then dash to the wall with my drawings, lift them up, and pull out the wall-drawer. I dig through it, checking if everything is still there.

"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.

The room was a small room. It had a table on one side with 8 chairs stacked together. The middle of the room was empty with toy bins around the side and back wall. On the back wall there was a little kitchen set with a shopping cart. On the other side there was cubbies for the children, a door to go outside to the playground, a 4-door closet, and a counter that was used for changing diapers. The toys were building blocks, legos, books, cars, dolls, and items that went with the kitchen.

This area was semi-rectangular in shape and may have been where “the bed” was located. Some small bed springs were found within this area, and a post mold was located in this area which permitted for a wood frame bed to have been nailed. The surface plots of artifact distrobutions delineate this area, except for personal artifacts. Within this particular area, there is a concentration of personal artifacts.It can be infer that these artifacts may have been stored under the frame, thus leaving a concentration of personal artifacts in this area after the cabin was abandoned. Although, it may not be proven that a bed was located in this area some of the artifacts that were found seem to suggest this. The delineation of this area shown in the distrobutions of different artifact deposits such as the abandonment deposit, glass deposit, and bone deposit seems to confirm that in this area some type of internal furnishings existed. At the same time, the concentration of personal items within this area seems to suggest that some personal artifacts may have been stored in this area. Therefore, even if this area was used as a sleeping area, it appears that some personal objects such as slate board, clothing and belt buckles were stored this in this area. In all, there is evidence which allows for the conjecture that this area may have been used for a sleeping

drawer next to the sofas. Zaroff had really built a life hunting, just like I have. The home was beautiful,

dresser drawer under her clothes, was kept in the house as an extra measure of protection.

“There is that possibility. We have to let the system do its job. Whatever happens, we have done all that we can to solve this crime. We’re here. Let’s see if the Sheriff has anything to add.” They entered the building and exchanged cordial greetings with the officers on duty who

I peeked in through the door, I noticed there was nothing on the inside except an old folding chair

Dan takes a seat next to the window while pulling out a laptop from his smooth, black leather bag. When he turned on the laptop nothing came up. His heart started to pound. Oh no! Did I take the Right laptop? What am I going to do? The laptop screen suddenly busted into a billion different colors that danced around the walls. Dan quickly sat back down when the screen revealed an old bearded imperious face in a dark room. “Dan Clovinter, agent 3627819. You have to deliver a very important top secret package. Inside this package there is a substance called chemical X.” the man spoke. “ Yes, chief I will do everything in my power to make sure that happens.” “... And don’t mix it with sugar, spice, and everything nice.” he giggled. Dan put on a clueless

"Have you received any more white roses after that first evening?" Agent Callaway asks, breaking the silence. After telling him about discarding one of the key pieces of evidence, the room had grown rather quiet. Everyone had been looking at me, attempting to comprehend why I would throw away something that

Darkness and clouds blanketed the sky, therefore, all I could make out was the shape of a man, laying in the middle of the highway. As my dad was performing CPR in attempt to save

“Hurry up!” “I’m coming.” “Look at that!” In front of them was a large room with a bunk bed, a desk, a bulletin board, a briefcase, and a closet. A vault stood in the back corner.