Fiction

The other great convention of the detective fiction was the introduction of the criminal who turn out to be a person who has already been introduced in the story. The criminal was an unexpected character who has not been mentioned in the episode, a taxi driver. However, he did appear in the episode when the victims called the taxi to reach their destination, but still we didn’t saw his face at that time. The other time when he got mentioned was when Sherlock contacted the murderer by Mr. Watson’s

“I quit.” I heard the boy say. What does he mean he quits? Surely he isn’t quitting just because of the way the boss talked to us. I thought about stopping to see what else happened, but the other two girls didn’t seem to pay it much attention. Some people may see the three of us as the “queen bees” of this little town. We were the pretty girls that everyone looked at, but that doesn’t mean that we were perfect. I usually looked like the “boss”, but in reality I didn’t see myself as being any better

He went to Lil’s room first. He stumbled through the door and Angela was surprised Lil’s soft snores never quieted or changed in pattern. The sound of things being broken or thrown came to Angela’s ears as he went through Lillian’s things. He searched for God knows what. One thing you learned around the Tremblay household was no secrets were to be kept from Father. He exited Lil’s room, and her heart beat faster. She shut her eyes tight and tried to turn her face into the pillow, so her eyes wouldn’t

Sansa watched the King mull over her words, no doubt unsure of what to make of her offer or of her resolve to see her unexpected plan to the end. She did not begrudge him his uncertainty, would not be surprised if he brushed her off like the inexperienced, sheltered girl that she obviously was. He knew nothing of her save that she was Eddard Stark’s pampered daughter and, apparently, that the Lannisters had been unkind to her. That was hardly extraordinary, and certainly did not make her a strategist

November’s Eight (7/10) Pity After sitting about in her forsaken dungeon for a while, wondering how much money she could have collected had she not betrayed Imogen—no, what she and Imogen could have been doing now. Elle’s mother was a close friend of the Leuver family; she went to highschool with Imogen’s aunt and is now an employee for Imogen’s father. It was only natural that the two girls would be friends. They would frequently visit the house but this year was different. Elle spent most of

In all the times that Arlo had seen her walk in front of him, he hadn’t noticed. Hadn’t noticed, her mind wavering of the brink on a thin line. A line so thin that the simple flick of a pinkie finger, would send a volt through its wires, and snap it into two equally broken pieces, of nothingness. Nonetheless the events that transpired happened, and whether guilty or stupid, Arlo looked back with an incomprehensible guilt over a memory in which he wished he could forget. In the winter of 2005

10 Thomas pulled Amanda’s chair out as she stood, the baby nestled snugly against her chest. The chambray shirt covering Christopher fell away, baring his coal-black hair. The waitress leaned in closer, her voice rising above the café’s din. “Why, that’s an Indian! Never did see one that tiny. How did you two come to have him?” One hand resting on the small of Amanda’s back, Thomas walked her to the door before answering. “We found him, ma’am, in a hollow log.” He glanced around the restaurant

Sweats pouring off Jeremy’s body, as he huffs towards the party place. I should’ve waited it out, instead of hiking through these woods like a maniac, he thinks, trying to ignore the sick feeling gnarling in his stomach. Taking off the wet shirt, he uses a dry edge to wipe the perspiration off of his face. “I need to finish this so I get out of the heat, before I have another episode,” he concludes, glancing up at the bright sun beaming from the sky. Looking around, he notices Paul a few feed ahead

"Lina where are you. I can't find you anywhere. Please help me." "Shay I'm right here. Can you hear my voice. I'm coming towards you.' "Where are you? I can't escape from where I'm at." I saw a dark shadow from a distance. It stood still for some time then it started to walk towards me. I didn't know what to think about the strange, mysterious shadow but I tried my best to keep my cool. As the strange, mysterious shadow started to get closer to me, I heard another voice that wasn't recognizable

Lira was having a sleepover with some of her friends. At her house there was a barn in the back that was made into a place where she could sleep in it; so the girls stayed up all night in the barn and told stories. Now lily and ivy doesn't like telling scary stories because they don't believe and neither does meme. They all think thats its a bunch of hocus pocus and it's all just a myth. Well Lira and briana believed in everything they heard that was a “myth”. lira and briana started to tell the