The Adventure of the Empty House

Wilson took three ice cubes from a small bucket that was now filled with more water than ice, dropped them into a glass identical to the one in his hand and filled it to the brim with pink gin. He handed it to Marlow and refilled his own half-empty glass, almost instinctually. Both sat in silence staring toward the sea, pierced only by the sounds of a vulture alighting from the roof and the clink of the ice against the glass. "When I first came here, I would never drink during the day,"

How do authors create suspense and tension in their stories? A good mystery story needs a hero, a villan and an out of the ordinary storyline. In my opinion the story should have a realistic drama and the right setting, something to drastic will not allow the reader to relate to the story. A narrator may make the story more personal and the reader can really get inside the story to know what the character is feeling and fears, increasing tension. There also should be a range of suspects; some of

“Hey, go long!” Matthew yelled at Jackson as he flung the football across the room. Jackson dove over the couch for the football, but missed and wiped out. The football zipped over his head and crashed into Matthew’s mom’s favorite painting of a small city which was hanging on the wall behind him. The painting fell, Jackson shot up and ran over to the remains. The painting lay on the floor, the frame cracked in half. Jackson became filled with panic. Matthew got the super glue from the kitchen and

Crayola catalog, I wandered into the towering brown building and down the pale blue halls to find what would be my classroom for the next nine months. I stumbled upon the room labeled 2E to find a score of other children talking about their summer adventures and where they went on vacation. I had nothing to discuss with them. My summer was spent stooped on the curb, watching my brother and mother unload a UHaul truck. As I stood there, eyes the size of saucers, a petite young teacher walked

the southerners. Towards the end of the movie, Bobby’s best friend, Cal who wins the race does not know what ‘Diablo’ is. The lack of knowledge and curiosity are common among the Americans. President Jimmy Carter argued that too many Americans were “empty and

The evening temperature was perfect for walking arm-in-arm with my handsome Italian husband. It felt magical as we meandered through the historic streets and piazzas taking pictures and window shopping. Freshly made sandwiches, bruschetta, pasta dishes and sausages ready to be devoured were displayed in the windows of self-service eating establishments everywhere. We shared a pizza and a carafe of red wine in an outdoor Trattoria, caffè and a dolce in another. We were delighted to be in Italy again

The Disturbed Life of Albert Fish and What Fueled This Gruesome Behavior Albert Fish was born and raised in Washington, D.C. on May 19th, 1870, to his parents Randall, and Ellen. Fish’s father was American, and his mother was Irish American. His father was forty-three years older than his mother, and was seventy-five at the time of fishes’ birth. Albert was the youngest child of three siblings: Annie, Walter, and Edwin. He wanted to be named after a dead sibling to escape from the given nickname

Dr. Howard Zinn’s A People’s History of the United States might be better titled A Proletarian’s History of the United States. In the first three chapters Zinn looks at not only the history of the conquerors, rulers, and leaders; but also the history of the enslaved, the oppressed, and the led. Like any American History book covering the time period of 1492 until the early 1760’s, A People’s History tells the story of the “discovery” of America, early colonization by European

To Arthur there was nothing like the freedom of travelling on horseback. The few times when he sat in the car and watched Merlin steer their way across the countryside along the roads it felt unsatisfying to him. The world passed by the windows too fast for Arthur to take in his new surroundings. He needed to feel the elements around him, like the sun on his face or the wind blowing into his hair as it did today. Here in the wide open air it smelled like humid soil, grass and flowers. That was far

As a young boy I had always wanted to go to the ocean, I didn't care where I just loved to swim. My father had decided for our special Christmas gift he would take us to Orlando, Florida, and eventually the Bahamas. My brothers and I never thought we would Experience anything quite like this. It was a crisp December morning, there hadn't been any snow yet, for Dighton rarely sees snow. I had gotten up to play video games before my bullies for brothers would kick me off of it. We had an Xbox back