Pete Norris: A Short Story

“Has anyone seen Amy?” said Mr. Donavan. No one could find her anywhere. (Amy is the President’s daughter). FInally they checked in her room. “Oh my Gosh!”, said Mr. Donovan. He saw a girl on the floor. She had a knife in her heart, and was already dead.

When Page got home that night she spoke of Racine the way Racine had instructed her too with only her father. Immediately – Racine became protective of her sister recognizing immediately – she was the only thing she had left in this life now that ICE was gone. With Juice willing to pick up the pieces, Robert Bentley was forever concentrated in jail he was disintegrated by levels of importance in her life– her mother was dead and her sister’s care was ambiguous at best. Racine marked Dana Ann as a true culprit and she wanted to tell her how badly she had hurt

Debbie, Sandra's best friend, introduced her to a boy named Roger while they were at the Starlight drive-in movie theater. Sandra was never a big fan of boys when Roger made her feel rather special, once they started talking Roger then invited Sandra to go see a movie the following weekend, so Roger picked her up to go see the movie Night of the Living Dead. As regular dates continued Roger asked Sandra if she would want to go out to Gitchie Manitou, of course Sandra replied yes and was picked up later that night and they drove out there. Once the five teenagres got out to Gitchie they found a fire pit that was already made as if someone had just been there, Dana was putting more logs into the fire pit and suddenly stood up and said, “Did you guys hear something?” (Hamman 36.) Suddenly Stew had taken a bullet, then Mike, Dana, and finally Stewart. The men that had shot at them claimed that they were cops and called themselves The Boss, J.R. and Hatchet Face. Sandra asked herself many questions like, ‘If he’s a cop, he would've answered my questions’ or ‘Wouldn't a real police man let me sit down?’ but she never said anything out loud because she didn’t want to make the men mad. Sandra had been the only one left in the car alone with J.R. he started making commands at her and soon J.R. had raped Sandra. The idea was to kill

Jim, Skinny Bone Jones and his dragon were outnumbered. But, Silver flames easily burned the red rage soldiers and made her way to the weapon alley. The dragon teared the door open and squeezed in the door. Jim quickly put a force field bubble which prevented the guards from getting in. The weapon alley was so big that the dragon could stretch its huge wings. Also, the weapon alley had space planes and had his Cheetah 36. They must’ve combined the weapon alley and their space planes together. The weapon alley had so many weapons and armor that they can use. “Take as much as you can and put it in my ship,” said Jim.

Scott Parker had lived through a lot of shit. That was to be expected, after working for the Federal Bureau of Investigations for over thirty years. This week though... God, this week had been, without a doubt, the worst week of his life. In the span of days, two of his best agents, his friends, had been blown up, their funerals had been conducted, and he'd been not so subtlety prompted to retire. Scott was nearly sixty, but he was still in prime shape. Physically, at least. Psychologically... thinking back to the funeral of Chang and LaRoche only yesterday, he wondered if retirement really was the way to go.

down to the station. Back in the house Vivian’s friend tried to burn all of the evidence in her

Vivian goes to interview the cyclist that discovered the crime scene. She had not been available the first time Vivian came to D.C. and therefore could not give information. Upon arriving at her home, the cyclist tells Vivian what she and the police already knew about the crime, so she decides to dig deeper. Of course, no information is gained, and Vivian prepares to leave, though she first asks the cyclist if she can use the bathroom. The cyclist hesitates but agrees, though rather tensely.

Tom hadn't discerned Lila's lack of arousal, or the slight resistance that met his entry as he'd shoved his meat in without care for the pleasure of the woman beneath him. The woman who was his wife, and that he'd promised to love and respect, two qualities which could take an eternity to be built up, but be destroyed in an instant. However, neither was the Detective contemplating the destruction of his and Lila's relationship as he raped her.

“Praew, mom took me to give it for you. It’s your favorite” Ploy; a girl wore sneaker said with extended it to her younger sister; Preaw

My name is Mitch Houle and I am in your managing quality class at 6:00 PM on Monday. I just wanted to let you know I am under the weather and will not be able to make it to class today. I looked at the syllabus and it looked like we are just lecturing and two groups are presenting. I just wanted to make sure I wasn't missing anything.

“Fuck you!” I said just before watching the blood splatter against the wall. I filled the house with gasoline, lit a match, and watched the body of the man burn in hell. I took the girl’s body, and escaped the building, she deserves better than the fate of hell. She deserves to rest in peace. People need to know what the man did to her.

However, she thought now would be a good time to come clean and fill Ray in on all that had happened since she first arrived here. She decided to tell him everything from the ghostly encounters ending with her visit to Dr. Bernard’s.

I could see the look in Lane’s eyes as we heard the prolonged footsteps coming up the stairs. I knew we were thinking the same thing as we hid the others. When we heard the familiar huffing and puffing of the administrative assistant we ran for cover. It seemed like it took him forever to get up the stairs. I wasn’t sure what to do as the worker asked, “Is everything ok?”

The killer didn't bother responding to the woman's final message, and instead, continued on with his initial research. It didn't take long for the killer to discover more information on Vivian, her date and place of birth, hopsital records, previous residences, schooling exams, college application and employment history, and the more he discovered the more he was encouraged that indeed she was who and what she said she was. The most interesting discovery was her medical records, and the man's eyes furrowed in an expression of curiosity as he scrolled through the list of her prescriptions, and then eventually came to her diagosis. Unlike Pete Norris, who was perfectly sane, and completely aware of the inhumanity of his acts, but perpetrated them anyway because he enjoyed it, it appeared that was another driver behind Vivian's cravings. That didn't concern Pete, as long as she was sane and normal, in his terminolohy, when they eventually met. Which he was now more confident of that they would.

Long ago, before people had an understanding of our world, and all ideas were new ideas, there was a beloved family in England; the Moore’s. They were a good family, hard working and truthful, but one day the father disappeared. The family had sent him off to go and buy bread in town, and he had never returned. Murdina, his wife, cried for days, wishing badly for her husband to return. Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, and still there was no sign of him. Every day Murdina cried a river, and with every tear shed, her hope faded. Soon the family fell under hard times, with no one providing for the house, money became an issue. The eldest son soon went to go find work, but there seemed to be no job ready for him to take. One