The Doorbell Rang

“Is there anything else you want to tell me?” Detective Johnson said, questioning the value of the information Mrs. Lucas had given him. “Am I in trouble since I didn’t tell you about this earlier?” “You’ll be okay. We’ll talk to Mrs. Barnes. Thank you for your help,” Detective Johnson said. “I’m glad to help.” Arriving at the parking lot Detective Johnson hurried into the office to tell his partner about his meeting with Mrs. Lucas.” After comparing notes, they agreed about Marlene’s involvement

The Houses that built me I remember people always telling me that in the military you move a lot and change houses often. They said that you would move houses so often that each house you moved into would just become another house and would not have as much significant meaning to it but, they were definitely wrong. I remember them saying that the military life was not for everyone and it took a special person to be able to be in it. You had to be prepared to move a lot which meant new schools and

” “Ding dong,” Imara rubbed her ear, amongst the comments she could of have sworn she heard a faint doorbell. She tried to look for the source, but the lighting was too bright. She couldn’t see anything. “Imara, you better werk,” “Yass girl,” “All this magic in a minute. What are you a magician?” “Ding dong,” “Forreal, she is so ding dong” Imara rubbed her ear again. The sound of the doorbell was more perceivable. She moved closer to the group. “I’m sorry, what,” she asked aloud. “I said you’re

Notes: I thought about time throughout reading Two Serious Ladies. I have stumbled on it since I found at Miss Goering for the first time, which was when she baptized her sister’s friend in the cold river. At first, perhaps just like many other readers, I found the scene as the first appearance of the water and its stream as the leitmotif of the novel. But when the much older Miss Goering felt abandoned alone and cried in the guest room of Arnold’s family house, I began to reconsider it also as

day of school and I could not sit still. When the final bell rang I jumped out of my chair grabbed my backpack

research; one for Petco, one for Petsmart, and one for Walmart, I was ready to get a hamster. However, there was only one problem, I didn’t get the cage in the mail yet. One Saturday morning, I was very bitter and moping around the house, when the doorbell rang. I opened the door just as the mail truck drove out of our driveway. I then saw the colossal box on our front steps. I screeched and took it inside where me and my dad assembled it in record time, all before

to find the Laurence house empty the next morning. There was a note from Mrs Laurence on the kitchen table, reminding her to check the weekly grocery delivery, and not to answer the door to anyone else. She was hoovering the stairs when the doorbell rang; she looked through the landing window, but couldn’t see the delivery van. Remembering Mrs Laurence’s warning, she crept down the stairs and peeped though the spyhole. She’d expected to see a teenager with a case of substandard tea towels and ironing

We the human race live on a system of chain reactions where people and choices effect our lives. Choices that not only weigh on personal lives but also on the lives around that life. As a good friend of mine has said “We do not sin in a vacuum, our choices effect everyone around us.” Lidia Noemi Aguilar grew up in a financially unstable home. Her parents choices affected her life even when she no longer lived with them or even around them. Noemi lived in a financially unstable home, learning that

Percival stood hunched over the granite kitchen counter, using the mandolin to shave zucchini into paper-thin slices. With his eyes narrowed in determination, he stood before a mountain of vegetables, cheese, and a pot of homemade tomato sauce. However, the tension was obvious in his posture, and Gwaine worried if he tapped his fiancé’s shoulder, Percival would jump, lose focus, and a culinary disaster would ensue. “Um, babe?” Gwaine leaned against the kitchen doorframe and smiled at Percival.

My heels are clicking against the cement in rhythmic pattern, and the rain falling in its own. It is gray, cold and wet. roughly 15 degrees today. I hear the shuffling of police men and detectives, mumbling to themselves and . I catch the attention of a curly haired woman "excuse me but this a crime scene". I almost say 'obviously' but I'd rather not get arrested today. I linger a while more catching a glimpse of the corpse. Hadn't been dead long possibly an hour. Cause of death: suffocation, by