The Doorbell Rang

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Rex Stout, within his novel The Doorbell Rang, wrote more than just another story of his detective Wolfe. Stout in fact gave the reader a glimpse of how the historical and contemporary viewpoints of the antagonist, the FBI, can be compared. Both the time the book was written, and the setting of the novel are, for all intents and purposes, the same. This is due to the contemporaneous nature of the work by Rex Stout. As the novel takes place within a very specific time period, this allows a readers

I lived in a huge neighborhood in Montgomery Alabama called County Downs, in a large brick two-story house with a patch of fresh green grass in the front yard where two trees strongly stood. My dog was kept in the backyard surrounded by a metal fence with a metal gate. When the gate opened, the bolts made an obnoxious loud squeak, which could be heard from all the way upstairs inside of the house. The neighborhood was located right next to some unpleasant, dark, and crime filled apartments. Those

the TV on. I wonder who turned it on and thought that something was recording and I turned it off.  "BEEP BEEP BEEEEEP"went the microwave and the popcorn was done and we went down stairs. When we got down there our doorbell rang. We went up stairs and we got to the top and the doorbell rang again. I went to the door and

blank page stared at me, killing my pride. “Look at you,” it said. “Self-made, you say you are, independent you say you are. But you can't even think of a single word to type on me! HaHA! What a writer you are!” 12:00AM, 1:00, 1:30, 1:45AM. My doorbell rang. I ignored it. “You're just trying too hard,” I thought to myself. I relaxed, and started to type: Once upon a time… “Too generic,” I thought, erasing it bitterly. I wrote again: She shivered bitterly in the cold, turning back once more to the

that my right of freedom of speech was violated. He apologized and said that he would sit down and have a long talk with all of his men. I went home and felt good that I had stuck up for myself. The Soldier On Saturday as I was eating breakfast my doorbell rung. I

Paper 2: The Boy Who was Raised as a Dog and Other Stories from a Child Psychiatrist’s Notebook Summary Dr. Bruce Perry, an incredible psychiatrist, describes some of his many experiences with extremely traumatized children in his novel, “The Boy who was Raised as a Dog and Other Stories from a Child Psychiatrist’s Notebook”. Throughout this book, Dr. Perry presents just a slight insight into what children all over the world experience: violence, neglect, abuse, starvation. Due to the effects of

The sky became dark as the sun was slowly coming down on an August eve. the sun glare cast among the old Bed and Breakfast. As the sun was coming down the light on the house the paint peeling off of the side of the house. The crackling fire is burning bright as the room brightens up with a warm hickory log smell spreading through out the bed and breakfast. “Don't cry honey, everything is going to be okay, this is the last time i'll ever cheat on you, she means nothing to me. I was drunk

Parker: Haha, okay Momma Jin, I will let you go so you can have a good day. After sending her last text to Nichole, Parker went straight back to Tumblr. Only glancing up when the small doorbell rang, indicating that someone had come in. The small Starbucks stayed quiet for about an hour until the doorbell rang out again, this time three girls walking in. Parker watched the three girls with curiosity as they all giggled over something. Each of the girls was shorter than her, Parker had guessed

players were meeting me at my house to carpool to the final game of the state championship tournament. Everyone knew that the hard work had paid off when we won the semi-final game the preceding day. The time on the clock was 4:30 when the doorbell rang, fifteen minutes early. My three teamates were extremely anxious to get to the Center. I opened the front door and to my