Short Story

There was a raw passion that lit up Dennis’ eyes when he spoke about his partner, and that was something she rarely saw between two men unless their relationship was more than just platonic. Not that it was any of her business, but it helped to know the fundamentals, after all, it could well be a domestic violence situation. But her sixth sense told her this was not the case with Dennis and Tom. Whatever their relationship, it was clear Dennis had deep feelings for his fellow officer, and she doubted he would do anything to hurt him

it is life, Mama!” Mama: “Oh—so now its life. Money is life. Once upon a

The counselors insisted that the couple confront their relationship problems because they chose each other through a remarkable accurate unconscious process that takes account of their mutual needs. (this seems fantastical to me.)

“You knew all along, didn’t you?” Detective Licht gritted his teeth at him and flipped open the file of John Greenfield’s case. “You already pieced the puzzle together and figured it was the wife that killed him. What the hell is wrong with you?!” The bulging veins on the detective’s neck didn’t scare Detective Schatten one bit. Instead, the man sat back in his chair and relaxed.

He has let his heightened mental state of paranoia and irrational decisions to hide the body of his wife rather than to inform the police of the event. However, after a few days the police arrives to his house and begins to search the house for evidence. However, instead of being reserved he was very open. Instead of being strict and broad, he was relax to let the party of policy roam around the property. “I felt no embarrassment whatever”.

A sense of trepidation hit Tom again as Lila's words reverberated in his eardrums; the one you often got for no reason at all that something bad was about to happen, but there was no logic to explain it. The Detective wasn't a superstitious man, his entire profession being based around logic and factual evidence, and it had just been the coincidence that Lila had expressed what he'd earlier been thinking. Or had he projected it by the description he'd given, without consciously being aware he'd been doing so? Whatever the case, the feeling passed as they got down to business. The real victims.

Ready to step in for anyone at any time, Zendaya watches on the sideline cheering on her teammates. It is the sixth inning, tie game, and her best friend Nadia is up to bat. She hits the ball hard and gets a double. There is now two outs with Nadia on second. Can the cleanup batter do the job? She hits it to the fence, the ball bounces off the yellow, Nadia is heading home, but the throw is spot on. Nadia dives head first into home plate in hopes that she would be safe and add a run to the score board. When she dove head first into the plate, all she could see was the catcher blocking the plate and a cloud of dust. There was no going around her. She managed to get a finger on the plate before the catcher got the tag on her. The catcher

Literature is a constant reminder that not all ideas are written out in plain paper and pen. The setting, characters, symbols, and plots can be hidden within the story, the way that they are hidden within “A Glimpse of Scarlet”. Lisa is walking through a quiet New York City when she comes upon a man leaving a house but notices that he was not alone. She realizes that the affair that the man was leaving is an affair Lisa knew too well. Lisa goes into detail about how a husband might find out the affair is happening in such detail that the reader questions is that is the way that Lisa's husband finds out in her first marriage about her affair “while the two of them whispered upstairs, on those musky sheets, her husband might easily be stepping

While my “Court” practice was brief, these moments sharing “medical skills” offered an interesting glimpse of my future. When Jacob, the professional baseball player, broke his leg sliding into home, Dr. Brown came to the rescue. When Riley brought in her screaming daughter, Ashleigh, after splitting her chin open and gushing blood, emergency services were rendered complete with stitches, a kind touch, and a sticker to put a smile on her face. Mrs. T. also indulged my imagination by sharing her ailments, and, as always, Dr. Brown had the right medicine. Exploration into the imaginary was an exercise in creating great leaders for tomorrow, and gave me profound purpose.

In exchange for offering his intelligence up to the police, he would avoid the charges placed against him. As they had made it quite clear that they couldn’t trust him alone, Cecil had been assigned a partner to ensure that he wouldn’t misbehave. Although it wasn’t a completely ideal arrangement, he had at the very least, worked to escape the boredom which drove him. They had released him on the third day, the day in which he would meet his new partner. The formalities outside of his cell hadn’t lasted long, as the officer who was in charge of his interrogation had simply remarked that they wouldn’t hesitate to kill him if he acted up, and Cecil couldn’t help but laugh at the officer’s frankness. The police were an interesting group of people, and he could say that with confidence at least. Another officer had instructed him to the room in which he would meet his new partner, on the second floor and the room to his immediate left. Dutifully following directions, Cecil made his way up the stairs. Pausing for a moment in front of the assigned door, Cecil could only imagine what sort of life lay in front of him. Knocking on the door, however, he was quite sure that he would never find out unless he pressed forward. As the door knock had only been a formality, Cecil had promptly let himself into the small office room. Exchanging glances with the only other man in the room, a warm smile had appeared on the blond’s

In the recesses of his mind, although his head was consumed with the words and image of Emily Harris, the Doctor remained cognisant that the woman on the sofa was Beth, and that she might find his actions and sudden keenness unusual. However, he didn't care. What was wrong with wanting to display affection for you wife, with wanting to have sex with her, to be so aroused that you couldn't take your hands off her, or you couldn't wait until the 'scheduled' time to make love to her. Should she not take it as a sign of affection and his love for her, that he still desired the woman after all thse years, that she turned him on so much, that she had his cock almost bursting out of his pants. And, if it wasn't her that had elicited that, well that did also matter. Didn't all men, especially those who'd been married, or with the same woman with a length of time fantasise about other woman or girls, wasn't it normal, and didn't those woman also fantasise about other men. It was natural in long-term relationships, and didn't need to be spoken about or revealed;

Being closest to the window, he glanced over his shoulder through the white blinds and saw two formally dressed men on the porch. A strong sense of dread threatened to overwhelm every part of his body. His eyes climbed up towards their expressionless faces. Standing there were the detectives–but they didn’t wear the same optimism they had for the last two months. Optimism that Michelle and himself had latched onto. Something was wrong.

If. If this, if that. If not for that, I'd have had it in the bag. "I'd have won if he didn't topdeck raigeki." Ramram in the grave and a whiptail in hand and you choose to summon drident with your chakanine. If he didn't have raigeki though! Yeah I guess your double drident wins if he didn't have raigeki but he had no board wipes in his grave and you go for it anyway. "If he didn't have honest!" as you sit there with dimensional prison in hand. Yeah, good on ya. If.

We knock on the last door, in the tenement style apartment building. No one had seen anything “Hello sir, I’m detective Cynthia Rose. This will only take a couple seconds. Have you seen any unfamiliar activity in the past 24 hours?”

Then if you walked downstairs there was an area that was for eating. It was a large room with nothing but a table in the corner for the food and tea to sit on. There was not any where to sit other than the floor, the same as that of the sanctuary. I am not entirely sure why this is but that is how it was. Also, I believe down here you were not supposed to wear shoes. With all of that being said everything was very clean because everyone was walking around barefoot. It was easy to notice how clean everything was because of the white tile that was down stairs.