The Doorbell Rang

` FBI or Murder? It was November 30th,Gabe was on a plane headed to Detroit.He always goes to Detroit for his mother’s birthday on December 2nd.Gabe is an FBI agent that works in the BAU unit.For his job as being in the BAU, is to use behavioral science to assist the crimes that they are assisted to.When Gabe got off the first thing he did was go to his mother 's house and check in that he was there, as both of his sisters, Keyla and Beatriz arrived.They all talked for a really long time,and before

colored master pieces. Even though our mom tried to punish us separately – I near the corner of the kitchen, Riley in the dining room - we were still giggling and sticking out our tongues at each other. She was just about to scold us when the doorbell rang. My mother gave us both a look as she went to answer the door, stopping us in our tracks of silliness. Standing on the other side of the door was a tall, lanky man wearing a suit. I remember seeing him sniffle and hold back his tears. What we noticed

In The Fruit at the Bottom of the Bowl by Ray Bradbury and The Tell Tale Hear by Edgar Allen Poe, both authors have to convince the reader that the main characters is mad. How do they do that? Which portrayal is more effective? Why? 1.The two stories that are going to be compared and contrasted are 'The Fruit at the Bottom of the Bowl' by Ray Bradbury and 'The Tell Tale Heart' by Edgar Allen Poe. Both stories are about murder and how the murderers react after the killings. In the story 'The

Everyone knows that person that is out of the ordinary. The type of person that makes sure every moment is special in a creative way. That person for me was Drew. He was my closest friend in high school. Someone I always wanted to be around and spend time with. If I had the time, I would be with him. Drew always knew how to put a smile on someone's face (especially mine). If I was upset, I knew he was the person to call. I always saw Drew as my best friend and nothing more. That slowly started to

The adventure began when we decided to leave on Thursday, September 22, 2016. The three of us got up and took the bus to the Big Lots parking lot to get it prepared for the road. A little after 1pm we were all prepared to depart Wilkes-Barre, PA. The jeep was hooked up to the bus and we ran a test drive to make sure all the parts are working as they should. Now it was time to say our fair wells. My niece Taina did not make it any easier to depart. With responses such as "you’re not leaving" or

The man who had helped us was named Raymond Jackson. He left me for alone for some time upon my request. I remained by Chase's side as he slowly opened his eyes once. While his attempt to hurt Nolan was unethical, I couldn't help but feel horrendous for his situation. Chase looked at me weakly and shut his eyes, his mouth slightly parting. "I'm not sorry," he said softly. "But I am," I mumbled. If Nolan and I had never gone to New York, Hanna, Chase, and their kid would've lived. "Why did you

Success came after ten minutes of Camila fiddling with the TV, it finally turned on to a working channel. Gossip Girl popped onto the screen, making her smile, because it was her favorite show. After she got comfortable again on the couch, the doorbell rang. “Ugh.” Camila sighed to herself, standing up from her blanket burrito on the couch. She opened the door to see a nervous boy who looked to be about seventeen, standing in front of her, with a medium sized pizza box in hand. “Is this your pineapple

| CHAPTER ONE | Ow. That hurt. I mean, I guess thats what usually happens when you stumble over nothing but air and slam to the ground, face-on with your hands scraping at the floor, as if that would somehow falter your fall. I guess not. I 'm not surprised, though. This happens to me every time I walk down this stupid pathway, concrete and smooth as it is. I don 't even know how I fall, and I sure as hell am not going to start trying. Fathoming my clumsiness is quite impossible. It 's like

Jenny was bored with her life and her marriage. She wanted to spice up her life and her time in the bedroom. For the longest time she had been wondering why her husband only wanted to have sex one time a month, and then it was only in one position; missionary. There was nothing new to their love making, it had always been the same. But after twenty years of marriage, she’d enough, and wanted something new. She went to a web page she had heard some co-workers talking about and looked around.

It was a warm November. The leaves had started to fall as I sat in my grandpa's house. I had been sitting in there for about 2:00 and I were getting a little sleepy. It was 7:00 and I still hadn’t seen a deer. I was starting to think that I would never get to shoot a buck at all. My grandpa was also in the stand, but he was alert. He had been looking out the window forever and hadn’ t even look away. My eyes started to close, I felt my body get loose as I let the warmth of sleep take over