Nero Wolfe

After ringing the doorbell several times, and pounding on the door, Karen screamed, “Wake up, Dan. Wake up, Dan! I need your help.” Ready to go to another neighbor’s house, she heard him say, “Hold on I’m coming!” After opening the front door, Karen saw her neighbor standing in the doorway wearing only his boxer shorts and a tee shirt. He asked, “What’s wrong? Karen, what’s your problem?” Weeping, she said, “Something is wrong with Katherine. She looks dead, come quick.” “Just a minute,” he

The sun was blazing in the sky, it was a warm summer afternoon and my sister and I were home alone, waiting for my parents to come home from work. In the ten minutes of them arriving, there was another gentle knock on the door followed by a very unusually quiet and seemingly humble voice. “House maintenance” he said as my mom leaped up to peek through the peephole. “It’s the repair guy, he’s here to fix the toilet” she told my dad. my mom unlocked the top lock, and the man aggressively pushed opened

Students, Class, and Ships?!? It was 2:17 in the afternoon, and Mrs. Cartwright’s bust just kept bouncing. Mrs. Cartwright was our new teacher for our Health class, due to some complications with our old teacher. No one really knows why Mr. Smith was fired, but rumors say he was some kind of Russian spy and the CIA came to find out what he was. Others say he was selling drugs secretly to other students, but in reality no one really knows the true story as to why Mr. Smith was fired. As Mrs. Cartwright

Smell As I walked in the door, aromas flooded my nostrils; my day as a waitress had begun. Immediately, bacon sizzling on the grill grabbed my attention then resumed filling the kitchen and the street air outside with a salted, hickory twist. Taking a deep breath and opening the door to the waitress station revealed a pot of freshly brewed coffee, its creamy perfume— tangled with the bacon from the kitchen— had encased the small town diner. My first customer was an older man. The stench of his

I remembered it like it was yesterday. I felt like a thousand bricks in my stomach ,while standing up and hearing everybody laughing. I didn’t know it was coming, I couldn’t help it , but I guess he didn’t really like it. I never sat with him again. Now was the time of year when everybody was having parties, getting car, jobs, etc. I didn’t do any of those. Mom said it 's good for my safety. I just wanted to be like all of the other kids in my school. All I heared in school was how cool the party’s

“Something is WRONG, why can’t I find my Iphone!!!” The year was 1954 September 23rd, my 32nd Birthday. I was really nervous about something very important, this was my first annual family reunion. Some of the people coming to this event are Mary Kelly and her cute golden retriever Sir Rocky. Mrs Agothy and her husband Mr Mathers and their two children Nick and Tiffany. Finally Mr Atom with his only son Aaron. Oh, and I forgot one person, Crazy Aunt Gretchen. They're all coming to my wooden mansion

I knew, soon, I would have to do it. The ominous desk sat by the far wall of my room, taunting me. Books and papers lay scattered around, a computer, towering them in authority. I tried to push the thought away, but the computer lay there, calling me. As I finally worked the nerve to get out of bed, the cold floor punched through the soles of my feet. I trudged nine feet to the chair, which was waiting patiently for me to sit in it, I looked at the time, 11:30PM. “Time to inspire yourself,” I said

“Charlotte! It’s eleven o’clock; get your lazy ass outta bed now!” Mum called from the kitchen. “I hope you didn’t sleep in like this all the time I was away!” “Yeah, course not.” I mumbled pulling the covers over my head, snuggling further into their warmth. A few more minutes please I internally begged not ready to open my eyes to the light. Next thing the warmth covering me disappeared as the cold air attacked me. “Get out of bed now Charlotte!” “No, I’m still sleeping.” I grumbled. “You

It was a sunny day meaning only the main street lights had to be on during the day. Sarah Gamble was outside drawing messages in the mud when her mom called her inside. “Wipe your feet and help me clean up for our guests. They’ll be here in about fifteen minutes.” Sarah had heard about her cousin Travis, but had only imagined the details of his personality. She dreamed of a strawberry blonde with cute freckles and a goofy smile. A boy with an imaginative brain and an adventurous spirit just like

Introduction Their name alone invokes many vivid images; from heroic men clad in Roman red iron to bloody battlefields, where they stand disciplined and ordered while chaos reigns all around, and even of the quiet corridors of the Emperors’ palace, where a change in power and leadership is only a blade thrust away. These fierce and hardy men formed the iconic symbol of the Ancient Roman Army: the Praetorian Guard. Rigid and unwavering, these soldiers were the bodyguards of the most powerful men