Short Story: Why She Happen The Paper

Last night as I was lying in bed in those moments between being awake and falling asleep, I got to thinking which normally is not a good thing. I thought about Ed Gray’s passing - the loss of a good friend and then about what you told me and the pain it must have caused you. Mary Lou, I realized my thoughts were about the issue of pain. For the life of me I don’t get it. In some way it is selfish in that I would give a great deal to have just a clue as to God’s plan – if I did I would give it away so anyone who has to deal with pain in their lives would have the reference book to help and understand. Of course, I don’t and never will. But, I hope that you can find a path thru what has got be a loss of trust deeper than any infidelity

James gags the gunner and ties him up in the basement. He then takes a good look at the man's face as he remembers that this was the strange old man that had bumped into him that night. He also remembered that was the time he lost the piece of paper he had found at the burned house. He looks through the man's pocket and finds a notebook and the paper James had lost. He locks the basements door and goes to the sofa to view what he has so far. James was about to call his uncle that James thought would be worried but he stopped himself from doing so since he remembered that Frank had told him not to trust anyone. He first looked at the notebook that had names of multiple people that had been crossed out but what made James' afraid was the sight

deserted their mansion. One night, the girl’s mother decided to return to the mansion and look for her daughter. It is here where she encounters the paperhanger once more. During this scene, the mother offers to pay him to drive her into the woods and look for her daughter. He replied, “I wouldn’t charge anybody anything to search for a child’s body. But she’s not in the woods. Nothing could have stayed hidden, the way these woods were searched (165).” By offering to help the child’s mother the paperhanger gains the mother’s trust. To the reader, he appears to be helping the mother during a time of need, making him a decent friend. The paperhanger manipulated the situation, to get the girl’s mother to trust him and consequently leave with him. He knew the child would not be found, not because the woods were extensively searched, but because he remains. The paperhanger was supposed to drive the child’s mother to the woods, but instead drives her to a cemetery. After noticing that some of the graves had been dismantled and robbed, she tells the paperhanger. He responded by saying, “You can’t rob the dead. They have nothing left to steal (167).” The woman was shocked by his response and then asked him if he had robbed the graves. He responded by saying, “The line between grave robbing and archeology has always looked a little blurry to me. I was studying their culture trying to get a fix on what their lives were like (168).” This is the turning place in the story, where the

The paperhanger is a talented con artist. Working for Dr. Jamahl and his wife is one of the few jobs he has, because that is just the cover to what he does to women. The vanishment of the doctor’s daughter brings mystery to how she just so happened to disappear, bringing fury to those who search for her body. The story enhances enticing irony, vivid imagery, and alluring foreshadow as to what really happened to Zeineb, the child who is missing.

“Compare/contrast Faulkner’s ‘Dry September’ with ‘A rose for Emily’ in terms of writing style and character presentation.”

Currently James was trying to remember anything: who he in, who this man is, and where he is. He came accross no answers to his problem.

James snagged what looked like a treasure chest with a lock on the front. As soon as he got it out of the water he rushed home to open it. He got out a hammer and some wire cutters. He broke the lock with the hammer and inside was a plastic zip-lock bag a tape recorder. The recorder

It was a cold winter night in central London, a Friday. Friday's was when James and his friend Hugo would go out clubbing, like they did every weekend. The night either ended with them passing out in strange places, or getting arrested for passing out in said places. The perfect thing to do on nights like these was to chase off the beggars, get in fights with them even. Just a week ago James got into a fight with a homeless man, he claimed that the vagrant had been pleading for change and wouldn't knock it off. He felt the need to show him who's royalty, and who is the manservant. James got a black eye and some bruised knuckles after that but he felt that the man learnt his lesson well.

JOHANNA’S AX SLICED INTO the floor beneath her and she breathed in heavily, smirking menacingly at a slightly shocked Katniss and Peeta, who had just entered the training room. Reeve sat on the steps that led up to the platform that Johanna practiced on.

answered the phone with the same uninterested drone, himself a day laborer. He stuffed his cigar in his mouth to free his hand and showed three fingers. His hand signal started a chain of activity on the benches with each man sliding down to fill the vacant seats. He wrote the address on a worksheet and gave it to the three next in line. He returned behind his newspaper as they walked out the door. Billowing cigar smoke rising above the desk was a sign of him.

A moan rang out through the living room as Mags writhed on the couch. Olivia always did have the the tongue of a goddess and holy shit was she making good use of it now. The plan had been to wait until Shawn got home before starting the fun with Olivia, but one thing had led to the other… He could just join in when he returned. She knew he wouldn’t have appreciated another party so soon, but would definitely appreciate some fun times with Liv to help him wind down from his first day at work. Plus, she was still recuperating from yesterday.

Three days after opening himself up like had never had before to another living soul, and he'd not heard a damn word.

“What do we have to do Austin? What’s this business all about? I wanna court Ms. Ellis and your interrupting me. Some friend you are. Can’t even let an Ol’ man have some fun.” Jess said. “We do have business Jess. If you’ll remember, last night we had a hell of a camp fire and somebody’s gonna be asken’ where the Wilson brother’s bodies are. We’re gonna have a talk with the Sheriff. Then we’re gonna give our ladies some special treatment.” “Oh, now that’s different. I knew you liked Lena.” Jess said as he slapped Austin’s shoulder. “I don’t and what do you mean like Lena? Besides those aren’t the ladies I’m speaking of. I mean Madame and Twighlight. Remember?” “Oh yeah, of course. I knew that.” Jess said. Then mumbling to

Duncan nodded curtly to Lily, and then added "Indeed we will, my apologies my mind is engaged for the moment" He managed to give her smile before he found himself deep in concentration once more.

him the money in the form of checks. She told Janice to sign her signature differently on the checks and fill in the amounts. However, leave the dates and the payee blank. She told Janice once she gave Kevin the checks to leave the rest up to her she had a plan. She told Janice to wait an hour and then go to the bank and report that her checks had been stolen and close out her account. Once Janice did her part, Aunt Lucy would do the rest. “I’ll guarantee you Kevin will never forget you after this ordeal” Aunt Lucy said. Janice wanted to know how soon should she put the plan into action. Aunt Lucy told her the sooner the better and call me once you’ve notified the bank that your checks were stolen.