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The man whistled so joyfully you would never think he got rid of his wife. Henry Walls walked along the downtown streets as if he has no care in the world. He whack his wife, and he felt very liberated. Now he will never know the joy of having a family.

An aid for the senses, bright green trees, canopy and old-fashioned cobblestone streets bring back memories of time gone by. The marvelous structural design of the buildings are endless attractions. The beauty and charm of this beloved costal city will always stand out. With azaleas blooming now, there is more to look forward to when they continue to bloom in the summer. Festivals will be coming soon and the city will come to life with vibrant colors.

Henry is a restless, irritable 46 year-old man. He is a computer Operator. He has auburn hair with brown eyes. His smile is more like a smirk. He wears a suit and tie to work every day and shoes to match. Today, he is dress in a grey suit, light pink shirt and a burgundy tie. His shoes are black. Henry walks with a limp. He had an accident when he was in the navy. His dog name is Spot. He and his wife live in a two-story house on the corner of Rockwood and Vine. His favorite drink is beer, and he drinks a lot of it.

Tamara Walls is a 32-year-old, wife of Henry Walls. They have been married for twelve years. She is patient and kind. She works in advertising and marketing. She is 5 feet 4 inches tall and weighs 121 pounds. Her hair is blonde and she has blue eyes with a welcoming smile. Her pantsuit is a soft yellow; shirt is white with tan shoes. When she is worried about something, she always grinds her teeth together, and she loves to eat seafood dinners.

For the last few weeks, Henry has been coming home late. Tamara gets worried when he don’t call. She prepared dinner like always and still no call no show. When he showed up three hours later, that upset her.

“It would have been nice if you called,” said Tamara.

“Sorry, another one of those nights,” Henry said looking down toward the floor.

“Dinner is in the oven, I’m going to bed,” Tamara said in an angry voice.

Tamara is so upset with Henry; she went straight to bed without a word. She wanted to tell him the good news about her pregnancy, but after this occurrence, she decided not to. Morning came and Henry was preparing breakfast. Tamara came down but only for some orange juice. She wondered if Henry would be happy about the baby, they agreed to wait a while before having children, but it happen, even with the birth control. Maybe he will be more happy than thoughtless when I tell him the news.

Henry came home on time this evening, he was in a great mood and they both went out to dinner. About half way down the road, Tamara felt sick, so they turned around and went back home. Tamara couldn’t make it to the bathroom, she got sick before she made it to the front door.

“Henry I may as well tell you, I’m pregnant,” said Tamara nervously.

“What?” Henry yelled with disgust.

Henry started slapping Tamara around , he hit her several times, the last time he slapped her around she hit her head on the sharp end of the coffee table. Blood is pouring out of her head. Tamara didn’t move nor did she say anything. Henry panic. He didn’t call for help. He ran down to the cellar, and then he ran back upstairs. He dragged Tamara’s limp, lifeless body down to the cellar. There was a trail of blood from the living room to the cellar.

“Oh what have I done?” Henry thought as he tried to think what to do with Tamara’s body.

He search franticly around the cellar to find a place to hide her. Then, he saw a large container in the corner. He grabbed at it several times. Finally, he got it loose.

“This is it,” he thought with a sick happy look on his face.

He pulled and pulled Tamara’s body, then with one hoist, pick her up and drop her in the container. He sealed it up and that was the end of Tamara. Henry rushed back upstairs to clean the bloody mess. Tamara did not deserve what he did to her. It’s been three years since Henry put his wife in that container. He still lives in that house. He lied to family members and said that Tamara left him because he was unfaithful.

Tamara’s family members are suspicious because she has not been in touch with them for three years. They called Henry to let him know that they have hired a private detective to see if our sister is all right. Henry did not know how to take that news; he pretended to be fine with it. However, once he hung the phone up, he got nervous.

Henry paced back and forth worried he may be found out. Yet again, Henry panic. He wrote a note explaining what happen to Tamara and left it so whoever comes to the house they will see it and find her. Henry got in his car, and drove to a gun shop, bought a pistol. He then drove to an out of the way place and shot himself in the head. Now there is no more Henry.

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Unlikely Event

street-540701_640Terrence Blakely is a hardworking, generous man. He works as an attorney. Every morning just before dawn, he runs in the park close to where he lives. He enjoys the quietness, and the dampness from the fresh dew on the grass. The streetlights makes the grass sparkle. The singing and chattering from the birds began to bring new hope for the day.  On his way back from the park, he saw a man struggling with a woman.

Terrence heard the woman screaming, and he ran over to help her, but not in time to keep the stranger from snatching the necklace off her neck. Terrence took off running to stop him, but it was too late, the stranger was gone.

“Are you alright, ma am” ask Terrence.

“Sure I am, he scared me to death, though,” replied the woman.

“My name is Rebecca, thank you for helping.”

“I’m Terrence, nice to meet you,” replied Terrence.

Rebecca called the police to report what happen and Terrence hung around because he saw the whole thing happen. While waiting for the police to arrive, Terrence and Rebecca got acquainted with each other. Terrence wore a low haircut; he has brown eyes with a friendly smile. He is wearing a two-piece running suit with shoes to match. He is 5 feet 7 inches tall and weighs 154 pounds. He has a pet parrot named Ditsy. Terrence loves to drink Dr. Pepper; it is his most favorite drink. When he walks his left knee pops.

Rebecca is a bank teller, she has blonde shoulder length hair with sapphire eyes, she has a warm smile and she is wearing a tan two-piece running suit with shoes to match. She is 5 feet 5 inches tall and weighs 121 pounds. She has a kitten name Fluffy; he is black and has brown specks all over. Rebecca’s favorite drink is sweet tea. When she walks, her head bobs from side to side.

Rebecca told her story to the police and he said that since he was not caught, there is a good chance that he may show up again, so be on the lookout. After that, Terrence walked Rebecca home, and Rebecca promise to meet him at the park this evening before dark.

Terrence and Rebecca met at the park, they like sitting and talking together. There was a soft breeze in the air and the fragrance from the honeysuckle flowers was intoxicating. It makes one be so thankful to be alive. People were riding bicycles; children were skateboarding and having a great time. Then, Rebecca happen to look the other way, and saw the man who attack her.

“Terrence, there he is sitting on the stump,” said Rebecca excitedly.

“Rebecca, turn around so he can’t see you, I’m going to call the police.” Terrence said

Within minutes the police was there, they got the stranger and Rebecca press charges. She may not get her necklace back, but he will pay for taking it. Terrence and Rebecca met under unusual circumstances; she may have lost in the process, but she gain a lot more, a relationship with a good man.

Sarah and Mrs. Jackson

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There is an old woman living down the road from me, I see her most mornings when I pass her house on my way to work. She is either cleaning windows or doors or picking up trash out of the yard. I wonder if she is doing these chores because she is lonely, or because it gives her an opportunity to chat with the neighbors.

My name is Sarah I live in a small charming town called Judges It is an old world city filled with a variety of homes. Some of the homes here have arched doorways and windows; and there are those that are breathtaking, like the ones with the stained glass windows that allow the morning sunshine to ease one into another beautiful day. The cobblestone streets and brick laid sidewalks are signs of days gone by.  The flower garden is a wonderful place to relax. It has a variety of floras; some flowers are daylilies, irises and my favorite, peonies.  My town is thirty-five miles east of Warwick. The people here are very friendly and considerate.

I work as a cashier at a pharmacy, about eight blocks from where I live. I walk to work every morning. Mrs. Jackson, the old woman who lives down the street from me, is very cheerful, she says hello and makes a remark about the weather. She has shoulder length white hair, friendly brown eyes with a nice smile. Her skin is rose colored, she wears an over the knee striped dress with a full-length apron over it.  Her shoes are boot like that comes to the ankle. When she smiles, her eyes dazzle. I think I will invite her for tea soon. One morning I pass her house and she was not there, but there is a note on the door, and it is address to me.

I retrieved the note that was address to me. It said, “Sarah, I had to leave quickly last night because my sister that lives in Maine is very ill. Her condition is terminal. I need your help, would you water my plants and take my mail in the house? The key is under the gold colored mat on the front porch. Thank you very much, Sarah, Mrs. Jackson.” Wow, that poor woman, “I wonder why she choose me to watch out for everything, she does not really know me. Only thing she knows about me is my face and name,” Sarah thought to herself.

After I read her note, I stood on her porch for at least ten minutes before I reached for the key under the rug. Of course, I was surprise that she would ask me to do this for her, especially when there are neighbors all around and, I live eight blocks away. “No need to over think anything, she needs my help and I don’t mind doing that for her.” Sarah said to herself. She is going through a crisis, and she needs my help.  I hope she is all right, and has arrived safely to Maine. I feel awful that she had to run out of town so suddenly.

A few days has pass since Mrs. Jackson left town. My prayers are with her. She has a considerable amount of mail to look at when she returns. I water her plants every few days now. Her home looks so comfortable. It’s like a broken in look that shows the wear and tear of use. She has textured walls, hand-trawled windows and doors, and the marble is gorgeous. Her color palette is rich and majestic, but soft for a well-worn effect. The colors in her home are burgundy, navy, forest green and cream.

Mrs. Jackson has been in Maine for the past two weeks, I hope everything is all right. I was on my way to work one morning and when I pass Mrs. Jackson house, there she was standing in the doorway. She step out to greet me.

“How are you,” Sarah Mrs. Jackson asked.

“Good,” replied Sarah.

“Listen, thank you so much for looking after things while I was away.” stated Mrs. Jackson.

“It was my pleasure,” Sarah replied.

“Sarah, my sister is hanging on, they expect she has a couple more months to live. Mrs. Jackson said.

“Well I am sorry to hear that Mrs. Jackson,” Sarah said looking down toward the ground.

“I will be going back in a week, and I wonder if you can continue to look after things for me until I return?”

“Well of course, Mrs. Jackson, I could look after things for as long as you need me to.” Sarah replied.

“Thank you, Sarah.

I went about my daily grind at the pharmacy, and several days went by and I had not seen Mrs. Jackson. Then, one evening on my way back home, there was another note on the door addressed to me. It said; Sarah,” I have decided I want be coming back to Judges. My family is here in Maine, and I like to be here with them. I enjoyed living there in Judges, but now I think it is time that I moved on. I want be so lonely in that big house any more. About the house, Sarah it is yours, please accept it. You will find documents with my signatures in my nightstand drawer. Thank you very much for your help and for being so kind to me.”

Sarah was taken aback, she did not know what to do, and that sweet woman gave me her house. What a generous gift. I wish she could have stayed around to say good-bye. I know she had to get back to her family. At least now she want be lonely any more. I hope that I will get a chance to visit her and thank her properly.

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Down to Earth

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After an endless morning of classes, I felt overwhelmed by the accounting lessons. It is not easy, oh no, not by a long shot. I am in the last few weeks of school and it seems to be getting harder by the minute. It is May7, 2011. I left school and wanted to do something different before heading to work in the next couple of hours. I decided to go to the city park. When I got there, almost immediately I felt a sense of liberation. There were several signs posted trails, and I took the one near the lake.

There was a light refreshing breeze and I could see the lush green tress swaying back and forth. I walked down the trail, and to my right there is a lake with white swans gliding around near the pink water lilies in the middle of the water. “How cute,” I thought. I strolled further down the trail and I saw picnic tables filled with people laughing, talking, and having a good time. The birds seem to be happy, because they were singing and chirping away. There were ducks wading in the water and pink lady slippers moving with the light gentle wind.

The trail that I took runs beside a big portion of shrubs and bushes. The wind is making the bushes flow from side to side exposing an opening, so I could see something is between the bushes. As I look closer, I pulled the branches apart to see what is in the bushes, then, out jumped a scared little rabbit. He ran as fast as he could to get away. I guess I frighten him. However, that was not my intention I only wanted to help.

I continued my saunter down the trail and on my left is a stream of water running briskly over the rocks and the sound of it is pleasing. Straight ahead, I saw the rabbit that I rescued out of the bushes. He was running and hoping along without a care in the world. His color is tan and white. I looked up and the skies were clear and a breathtaking blue. No one could ask for a better day. On my way back up the trail, I saw runners listening to their iPods’ and bikers enjoying the calmness of the park.

I looked around and saw a large sculpture of a pelican overlooking the water fountain that discharges thirty to forty feet in the air. What a glorious sight.

I came here to forget about school and its demands, and I did for a while, I think getting out and enjoying scenes in the park gave me a complete new outlook on life and simple things, the free things that we so often take for granted. Being here has rejuvenated me, and now I have a sense of thankfulness.

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