A Journal of My Thoughts (Final Part)

Good morning!  I hope everyone is doing well!  I have a small announcement to make.  I will be taking a break until the new year.  There are so many things that need to be done for Christmas!  So I will be taking a break for Christmas and will be back the first full week in January with new stories!  I will still be around on Instagram, so keep a look out over there!

We are at the last part of this story!  I hope you have enjoyed this story and I hope you enjoy the last part!  I will see you in January!

A Journal of My Thoughts

December 17, 20–

Today was the best day I have had in a long time.  Today was the day that I got to tell Mr. Neasvelle the wonderful news that his case got thrown out.  I woke up in the best mood and I even kind of bounced out of the bedroom and towards the kitchen to get breakfast.

I told James I would pick up coffee on the way to the office.  I don’t normally do that, but I woke up in such a good mood that I couldn’t help myself.  I left the house with a bounce in my step and I got into my car to go to Starbucks. It was going to be a good day.

My car swung into the driveway and I ordered my normal blonde coffee with 2 sugars.  And then I ordered James’ wild coffee: dark roast coffee with a pump of hazelnut, a pump of vanilla, and a pump of mocha, 4 sugars, and 4 cream.  Who orders that? I should’ve asked James if I could taste it, but…I think that would’ve been weird.

As soon as I got to the office, I could feel myself getting more excited.  I strutted to James’ office and handed him the coffee. We chatted for a bit before his phone started to ring.  He picked it up and happily answered. He nodded his head before telling the person on the other end to let him up.  He hung up the phone and told me that our client was here.

We walked to the conference room and stood near the door with giant smiles on our faces.  Our client turned the corner and stepped into the conference. We shouted congratulations and smiled.  James couldn’t help himself and spilled the beans. He talked at a mile a minute, explaining everything that happened.

Mr. Neasvelle’s eyes lit up and a grin broke out across his face.  I could see tears starting to form in his eyes and slowly start to stream down his face.  He told us he couldn’t believe what had happened. He sat down in the nearest chair and covered his face with his hands.  He started sobbing and when we asked him what was wrong, he told us he never expected to win the case.

He told us that he always trusted us, but there was a small part of him that didn’t think we could actually win.  He was expecting to be in jail for the rest of his life for something he didn’t do. I sat down next to him and put a hand on his shoulder.  I explained that we always try our best to win the cases, and in his case, we won. It wasn’t because of all of the evidence or how we presented the case, it was because his ex-wife’s lawyer was dumb and tried to cause an issue to win.  And because of that we won the case.

Mr. Neasvelle looked at both of us and thanked us profusely.  He told us that he couldn’t thank us enough and that he would get the payment to us as soon as he had the money.  I looked at James who nodded, giving me the go ahead. I told Mr. Neasvelle that we wouldn’t be taking any sort of payment.  He needed the money more than we did and we had decided that we didn’t want to take any of it.

I have never seen a client cry so much out of happiness.  He engulfed me in a hug and cried even harder. He thanked us over and over and over.  James came over and gave Mr. Neasvelle a hug as well. I have never been happier with the outcome of a trial and I couldn’t have asked for a better reaction from our client.  It felt amazing.

Once Mr. Neasvelle composed himself, we walked him out to the lobby and saw him out.  It felt good. I haven’t felt this way in a long time. It made me happy to be a lawyer.  It made me realize how much I enjoy helping people. I couldn’t be happier with this outcome.

I leave this here.  I’m going out to celebrate.  The first round is on James, so I can’t be late.  So here’s where I leave it. G’night.

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For Him

Good morning!  Did everyone have a good weekend?  It was a very rainy weekend here in California but I still managed to have a wonderful weekend with friends.  And I bought some new succulents…so that’s a thing.

I do want to say that this story may be a little touchy to some people, so I want to warn you about that.  This is not inspired by any events that happened in my life, it is just a fictional story.  This is a Dark story.

For Him

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The rain was pouring down from the sky above.  The sky was dark from all of the cloud cover, making everyone want to just stay inside and snuggle under the nearest blanket.  It was quiet, the only noise coming from the rain smacking against the pavement. A slight breeze picked up and swirled a small pile of leaves around and into the air, almost as if there was a small snow flurry 

Toni stood in the middle of the sidewalk with tears streaming down her cheeks.  The rain drenched her but she didn’t care. Her makeup was dripping down her face, leaving black mascara river marks on her face.  She watched him walk away from her, not turning back.

He had broken up with her.  Toni still wasn’t sure why he had broken up with her, he didn’t tell her.  But she was heartbroken.

She had dedicated everything to him.  She had moved across the country for him.  She had changed her job for him. She had left everyone that she knew and loved.

For him.

And now she was stuck in a city where she still didn’t know too many people.  Toni had lived with him for 2 months because he promised her everything. He promised to keep her safe and never leave her side. He promised they would be together forever.  He promised that nothing would ever happen to them. And now he destroyed everything.

Toni watched as he walked out of her sight.  He told her that he didn’t love her anymore. He told her that she had changed since they moved in together.  He told her that maybe if she had tried harder to make their relationship work, then maybe they would’ve worked out.  According to him, it was all her fault.

She wasn’t sure what to think.  Maybe he was right and everything was her fault.  Maybe she could’ve done better. Maybe their relationship wasn’t meant to work out in the first place.  Toni realized that she would have no way of knowing what actually caused the relationship to fail, especially now if he hated her guts.

She slowly turned to head back into her now lonely apartment.  Her feet dragged as she made her way to the front door. She reached out and carefully grabbed the drenched doorknob to let herself in.

The apartment was silent.  There wasn’t even the purr of a fan going, it was just silent.  Toni’s knees suddenly became weak and she crumpled to the floor in a pile of tears.  And the sound of her tears filled the silent apartment.

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A Journal of My Thoughts (Part 6)

Good morning!  How was everyone’s week?  I am hanging out with some friends this weekend so I am very excited for that!  Keep an eye on my Instagram for photos!

We continue with the case for Mr. Neasvelle.  I hope everything goes in his favor.  Enjoy the Adventure!

A Journal of My Thoughts

December 16, 20–

I am so furious!  I have found out that Mr. Able pulled the fire alarm in the courthouse!  I knew that he did. I called it yesterday when he was acting all strange outside the courthouse.  Honestly, I hope this means that either the case gets thrown out or we get an advantage in the case.

I don’t know what Able was thinking.  I know he’s a petty individual but I never thought he would ever stoop that low to win a case.

Then again, I’ve never actually tried a case against him.

I just…I just can’t believe someone would be that determined to try to win a case.  I would be ashamed of myself if I ever stooped that low to win a case. Like…the audacity.  Either Able is hiding something or he doesn’t have a solid case against Mr. Neasvelle. I haven’t figured out which it is.

James was so upset when I arrived at the office today.  I could tell just by looking at him that he didn’t sleep well the night before.  He had large bags under his eyes and his eyes were red from exhaustion. James told me that he was worried that the case was over.  He was afraid that the judge wouldn’t see our case and wouldn’t see our side of the case.

And that’s when it happened.  The phone on James’ desk started to ring.  We both stared at it, not sure if we should answer or not.  Then James’ arm reached out and picked up the phone off the cradle.  He answered the phone in the most monotone voice he could’ve answered in.

Immediately his eyes widened.  He grabbed a pad of paper and started scribbling something that I couldn’t read.  Not that his handwriting is messy, but have you ever tried reading something upside down?  It’s quite difficult. Anyway, he was scribbling something as fast as he could, all while nodding and agreeing with whoever was on the phone.

He said goodbye and slammed the phone back down on the receiver.  He got a very goofy smile on his face and started to tell me what happened.

The judge was so upset about what Able did that he wanted to throw out all of the evidence that Able wanted to present.  I don’t know if that’s even legal! The judge wanted the throw the entire case out and prove that Mr. Neasvelle is innocent.  That would be amazing! That would be the best thing in the world for Mr. Neavelle. If he didn’t have to spend any time in jail that would be a win.

I couldn’t believe it.  Was that even possible? Could a judge do that?  The judge wanted to talk to us and Able to see how we wanted to proceed.  I was surprised that the judge wanted to talk to all of us together, but that was a decision for him, not me.

James and I raced over to the courthouse to meet with the judge and Able.  We hurried through the lobby to the small judges quarters to hear yelling. It was hard to make out what was being said, but all I knew two people were unhappy.  James suggested that it was probably Able and the judge arguing about the judge’s decision, but we couldn’t be for sure.

James cautiously knocked on the door and the room with quiet.  The door opened and the judge brought us into the room. Able was sitting in one of the chairs with a very angry scowl on his face.  I could immediately tell that he was angry that he was caught, but there was nothing I could do about it.

The judge sat down and told us what he wanted to do.  He said he looked at the evidence and knew that Mr. Neasvelle wasn’t guilty.  Able went to object but the judge immediately silenced him. The judge told us that he was very ashamed of Able and how he had gone about trying to win the case.  He shamed Able, telling Able that the trick that was pulled was low and uncalled for in a courthouse. Able’s face turned red, obviously not used to being humiliated in front of other people.

The judge told us that he was going to give a verdict that Mr. Neasvelle was innocent and that the police had the wrong man.  He told us that the evidence was quite clear and he wasn’t going to change the decision. He turned to Able and told him that if he ever, EVER, saw Mrs. Neasvelle suing Mr. Neasvelle on his docket that he would immediately throw out the case.  I could not have been happier with the decision. James and I stood up and shook the judges hand before watching Able race out the door.

James and I agreed to wait until tomorrow to tell Mr. Neasvelle about the judge’s decision.  We wanted to make his day and maybe give him an extra little surprise. We discussed a small surprise for Mr. Neasvelle and went our separate ways for the night.

When I got home I told Rose about what happened.  We were both so excited that we decided to open a new bottle of wine.  It’s something we don’t do that often, but it was a good celebration. But now, I have to try to sleep before telling Mr. Neasvelle the good news.  G’Night.

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WW-Hospital Room

Good morning!  It is Wednesday which means it’s the middle of the week and we are a couple of days closer to Friday!  Does anyone have any exciting plans for the weekend?

I’m sorry for leaving you on a cliff hanger last week!  So I won’t stall too long before letting you read the Adventure.  Enjoy!

Hospital Room

Beep…Beep…Beep

West’s head was pounding.  He slowly reached his hand up to his head and rubbed his temple.  He didn’t know where he was but all he knew that he hurt.

He slowly opened his eyes to a very bright room.  His eyes hurt from the brightness of the room. He blinked and saw his parents sitting across the room from him.  His mom stood up and rushed over to him. “Oh my goodness! I thought we lost you. Are you okay honey?”

West winced a bit as his mom wrapped her arms around him.  “Uh…I think so…what happened?”

His father stepped over and let out a long sigh.  “You…you were shot when we arrived at the house for the negotiation.  You were hit twice in your left leg but blacked out almost immediately. I’m sorry Bug…I should’ve made sure you were safe to go in…”

West looked down to see his left leg completely bandaged up.  No wonder he felt more pain in that part of his body. He groaned.  “It’s okay dad. You couldn’t have known that was going to happen. I had bulletproof vest but not bulletproof pants.  There’s no way we could’ve known the guy would shoot at us.”

“We knew he was dangerous.  I shouldn’t have sent you into that dangerous situation.  I just…” He sighed, obviously he was having a hard time accepting the fact that his son had gotten hurt under his watch.  “I should’ve told the chief you weren’t going to do it. I take full responsibility for this.”

West tried to sit up in the hospital bed as best as he could.  “Dad. You literally couldn’t have known. I was the one who accepted the challenge and I was the one who put my life on the line.  Please do not blame yourself for this.” He could see his father’s face drop a little. West knew his father will always blame himself if West got hurt.  But they couldn’t go back in time and change what happened.

He cleared his throat.  “So…did we get the guy?”

Anthony shook his head.  “No…in the midst of the gunfire he was able to get away with the girl.  Everyone was trying to figure out what happened when he somehow slipped out the back.  He managed to get past all of the officers while they were still ducking for cover.”

West groaned.  “Great. Well…since I don’t know when I will be out of the hospital, I can kind of help you with stuff.  I can try to find any information in the stuff we have to see where he possibly went.”

He watched his father turn around and grab a box off the ground.  “I was hoping you would say that. I brought the case file and your laptop just in case you would need it.  Thankfully Chief Dyner was willing to let the case leave the office for a while so you could take a look at it.”  He gently set the box on the side of the bed so West could grab what he needed.

West grabbed the file and started flipping through the pages.  “So what do we know about this guy?”

“His name is Connor Hayes.  He’s 28 years old and was a computer technician for Best Buy.  The Geek Squad? Anyway, he was fired a month ago for continuing to be late to work and according to his ex-girlfriend, he got super depressed because he gave away his weekends with his daughter for the whole month.  His roommate said he started drinking more than normal, but continued to look for jobs to get back on his feet. Also, according to his roommate, Connor was quite hot headed and had an awful temper on him.”

“Why did he kidnap his daughter?  What was his motive?” West and Anthony looked over at Sarah, who was sitting near the small window in the room.  She looked up at them. “What? Can I not participate?”

Anthony snickered.  “Of course you can participate sweetheart.  His motive to kidnap his daughter was that according to him his ex-girlfriend abuses the little girl.  Of course the ex denies everything but after talking to her and her roommate all of Connor’s allegations are wrong.  So in Connor’s mind he’s saving his daughter from a dangerous situation but is putting her in a more dangerous situation because now he is running from the police.”

“Who’s this Gregory Poloy?”

Anthony looked at the paper and raised an eyebrow.  “Uh…this is…oh…this is Connor’s best friend. Not a great guy.  He was arrested a couple times for DUI and possession of an illegal weapon.  He was released a couple of days ago and has been crashing on Connor’s couch since his release.  We have reason to believe that Gregory is actually the one who convinced Connor to go through with the plan.”

West shrugged.  “It could be. It could’ve also been the drinking.  It could’ve been another factor that we aren’t aware of.  The question now becomes where would Connor have gone.” He flipped through the pages to see if anything stood out.

There was a sigh from across the room.  “Hopefully he didn’t take her out of state.”

West shrugged.  “I don’t know mom.  He could’ve definitely fled the state or he could just be in a different town hiding out in a hotel.  It really depends on if there is any reason for him to leave the state. In Connor’s case, he doesn’t have anyone out of state.  His family is across the state, but he would still be in state boundaries. It just depends on what he plans on doing when he stops.”

Sarah looked out the window.  “What do you think he is planning on doing?  Do you think he’s going to try to change his identity?”

Anthony shifted uncomfortably.  “Hopefully nothing. But that means we have to solve this case sooner rather than later.  We have to save the life of a young child.”

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Station One Do You Copy?

Good morning!  How is everyone doing?  I am so sincerely sorry for being spotty on posting.  I went to Disneyland, and then I got sick, and now I am finally recovering and I am able to start writing stuff again.  Hooray!

I am reposting one of my favorite stories that I have written for the blog.  I posted this to a past Grammy’s Grid Link Party, but of course I want to share it again.  This story is a Dark theme.  Enjoy!

Station One Do You Copy?

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One flashlight flash meant danger, two flashes meant safe, but then she saw three flashes that night from beyond the swamp. They had never talked about what three flashes meant and now she started to worry. What if Jeremy was in trouble and the only way he would get out was if Mollie went after him? She picked up her own flashlight and flashed it twice, hoping that Jeremy would respond. But there was nothing.

She sat on her stool and felt her heart starting to race. She knew she would have to go after Jeremy and help him, but thinking about the possible danger made her panic. Mollie knew Jeremy was self sufficient, but she was still mystified by the three flashes in the middle of the swamp. Her hand flew to the wall and picked up a set of keys for the spare airboat and raced out of the small ranger station.

Mollie jumped into the spare airboat and put the keys into the ignition. The boat roared to life, the large fan slowly starting to turn as it warmed up. Mollie untied the boat from the dock and made her way out into the swamp.

She knew where Jeremy was supposed to go, but she didn’t know exactly where the flashlight flashes came from. She slowed the boat down and flashed her flashlight twice toward the direction Jeremy was in. This time three flashes came from the middle of the swamp. Mollie raced toward the light, hoping to get there in time.

Mollie brought her airboat to a halt when she saw Jeremy’s boat. Jeremy’s body was sitting on the boat, motionless. She slowly brought her airboat up to the side of Jeremy’s boat, trying to prepare herself for anything.

But what she wasn’t prepared for was what she saw on the boat.

Jeremy had a single bullet wound in his head, execution style. It looked like it was close range, the perpetrator possibly standing in the airboat to commit the crime. The fan behind Jeremy’s body was covered in blood spatter. It didn’t look like he had suffered, which was probably a good thing.

The boats slowly drifted together and Mollie tied them together. She grabbed the radio off her hip and pressed the call button. “Station 1, this is Ranger Eckhardt. I am out and I have found the body of Ranger Ambross in his airboat. I require assistance. Over.” She waited for a response but there was nothing. She pressed the call button again. “Hello, station 1 do you copy?” She continued to wait but the only thing she heard were the crickets and a couple owls that were out this late at night. It was spooky.

Suddenly a roar came up out of the silence. Mollie turned toward the sound and saw a light flash three times. She scrambled onto Jeremy’s airboat and jumped to shore. She started to sprint. Whatever happened to Jeremy, she didn’t want it to happen to her as well.

As Mollie ran she did everything in her power to get away from whatever was following her. She turned corners, jumped over logs, and swung from branches to help her change directions. She was losing energy from running, but the adrenaline kept her going. As she kept running she jumped over a log but her foot caught on it. She face-planted and laid on the ground in pain and exhaustion.

The noise that was following her came closer and closer before coming to a stop. Mollie peeked up to see a large ATV idling near her feet. There was a crunch, like someone was sneaking up behind her. “Please…please…if you’re going to kill me, at least make it fast. I don’t want to suffer.”

Mollie felt a hand grab her legs and she was dragged a little further before being lifted by her legs. She felt the blood rushing to her head as she was hung by her legs from a tree. Her eyes barely opened and she saw her captor.

When they turned around Mollie could see it was a man. He had a long beard, so long it was almost to his knees. He wielded two knives, one in each hand, and had a grin on his face. “I hope you people learn your lesson from this. This is sacred land. No one but the native people live here. You are all bad people.”

Mollie felt tears forming in her eyes. “Please…I don’t want to die. I understand why you’re upset but I haven’t done anything wrong. I…I just work here.” She started praying, knowing that this would be her last day on earth.

The man walked up to her and dragged the knife down her body. “Well…if you didn’t want to die, you shouldn’t have accepted this job.”

She closed her eyes thinking that she would be feeling the wrath of this man. But nothing happened. She slowly opened her eyes just in time to see a the man point a gun at her face and pull the trigger.

BANG

Mollie forced her eyes open one more time as the pain filled her body. The man made his way back to the ATV and started the engine. The last thing she saw was the headlights from the ATV flash three times before she faded into the eternal darkness.

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WW-Hostage Situation

Hello!  How is everyone’s week going so far? Anyone have any exciting plans for Thanksgiving?  I’m spending time with family and possibly doing some writing, depending on how much time I have.

I apologize for not posting for a week.  I went on vacation and I have been so busy with work that I haven’t had time to write.  So we are picking up with a new Winchester case.  I hope you enjoy this Adventure!

Hostage Situation

The final bell rang and all of the students quickly packed up their belongings.  Winchester was no exception, shoving his books into his backpack and zipping the bag closed.  He unzipped the front pocket and pulled out his cell phone to see 7 missed phone calls.

All from his dad.

Winchester rolled his eyes.  Even though his dad knew Winchester was in class, he still never failed to call multiple times throughout the day.  Winchester walked out of the room before bringing the phone up to his ear. It rang once when Anthony answered. “Bug.  I need you to come to the office immediately. We have had a situation and I need a new set of eyes ASAP.”

West walked down the steps as quickly as he could to run to his car.  “What’s happening? Should I be really worried?”

“Maybe…”  West could hear his dad shuffling through a bunch of papers.  “Just get here when you can.” He hung up the phone quickly and West looked at his phone confused.  His dad never hung up the phone in the middle of a conversation. West knew that whatever was happening at the precinct must’ve been serious.

He found himself speed walking to his car to get to the situation, whatever it was.  West quickly unlocked the door and fell into the driver’s seat. He jammed the key into the ignition and the engine roared to life.  And with the pedal to the metal, West sped out of the parking lot and toward the precinct.

For all he knew there was major trouble at the police precinct.  His dad didn’t give many details, but it could’ve been for his own safety.  Maybe there was a very unstable person that needed to be handled. Or maybe there was something bigger than that.

The tires of West’s car skidded as he turned into the parking lot.  He scanned his key card at the gate and the safety bar slowly lifted.  West drove in and found a parking space before racing toward the front doors.  He walked through the large doors and scanned his key card to get into the precinct.

All that West could describe the precinct as was chaos.  It was loud as most of the officers were talking to each other or on the phone with someone else.  There was a photo of a man on every television screen with the word DANGEROUS flashing over it. West looked around to see the officers trying to find out what they could do.

Winchester walked over to his father who was on the phone while staring at the screen.  His dad nodded. “Uh huh…of course…yes sir…yes sir…goodbye…” He slammed the phone onto the cradle and turned around.  “Hey Bug…I’m glad you’re here.”

West leaned against the desk.  “What is going on? I’ve never seen so many officers working on the same case…what happened?”

His father let out a long sigh.  “Hostage situation. This man kidnapped his daughter from his ex-girlfriend’s house and is refusing to give her up.  He is claiming that his ex-girlfriend didn’t take good care of their daughter and now he is holding his daughter hostage until we arrest his ex-girlfriend and he gets full custody of his daughter.  The ex has told us that the kidnapper is unstable without his medication and according to her he has a gun. She is terrified for her daughter’s life and we have to find a way to get to the kidnapper without hurting the little girl.”

“What about a negotiator?  Wouldn’t they be the best option?”

“We tried that already.  He’s not willing to negotiate.  We tried forceful and empathetic and nothing.  This guy isn’t willing to give us anything.”

“Winchester West.  I’m so glad you are here.”

West looked up to see Chief Dyner standing on the other side of the desk.  He immediately stood up and shook the chief’s hand. “Chief Dyner. I wish I could’ve been here sooner, but unfortunately school comes first.”

The chief nodded.  “Of course. I assume your dad brought you up to speed about the situation?”

“Yes sir.  Let me know what I can do to help.”

The chief looked at Officer West before looking over at Winchester.  “I want you to go in there and talk to him. Our negotiators couldn’t do anything, but I think you can. You have a way about you that…”  He paused. “I think you could get the kidnapper to give up the girl.”

Winchester felt the blood drain from his face.  “Uh…I don’t know. I’ve never done anything like that.  How do I know what to say?”

“Just talk to him like a normal person.  I don’t want any actual negotiating from you, just talking to him like he is a friend of yours.  All I want is that you can somehow calm him down enough that we can get the girl. Are you in?”

West looked at his dad before looking back at the chief.  “I’m in.”

A short drive later Winchester and his dad arrived at the house.  Winchester stepped out of the car and immediately put on a bullet proof vest.  There was a hand on his shoulder. “Winchester. I want you to really think about this.  You don’t have to do this is you don’t want to.”

West nodded.  “I understand.  If I feel like I need to get out of there I will.”  He took a couple steps forward before gunshots rang throughout the neighborhood.  Everyone ducked for cover behind whatever they could, except for West. He ran to the side but not without getting hit.  His body hit the grass and he felt an intense pain. More gunshots rang out as he laid there in agony. The last thing he saw before blacking out was his father asking if he was okay.

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Neighbor

Hello!  Did everyone have a good weekend?  I spent some times with friends and family and I had a really good time with them.  Did anyone do anything fun?

We continue on a new story.  I won’t stall too long and let you read the Adventure story.  Enjoy!

Neighbor

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Mina stood in front of the giant house and was frozen in fear.  The house was huge. It was barely 2 stories tall and looked like people hadn’t lived there for a while.  It was slightly run down and the door looked like it couldn’t fallen off at any moment.  There were a couple crows ominously sitting on the roof, cawing at Mina as she stared at the giant house.

She cautiously stepped up to her neighbor’s front door.  She wasn’t great friends with him, actually she didn’t really know him at all.  He was just their neighbor, but she hadn’t really interacted with him at all. He was kind of weird.

The reason she was there was her mom had asked her to to get some eggs for a batch of cookies she was baking and Mina still wasn’t sure she was doing the right thing.  She was a little hesitant to do so, but she really wanted cookies so she went. Now her heart was pounding out of her chest and she hadn’t even talked to him.

She didn’t even know his name.

Mina cautiously knocked on the door and patiently waited for him to answer.  And when he did, he barely opened the door. Mina looked up and saw two eyes peering out from between the door and the doorframe.  She nervously smiled. “Uh…hello. I’m Mina and I live next door to you. My mom needs two eggs for a recipe and she was wondering if you had a couple she could use.”

There was a slight pause and Mina could see her neighbor’s eyes shifting back and forth, almost as if he was deciding if he wanted to invite her in or not.  “Uh…sure. Come in.” He opened the door slightly more and Mina stepped inside. “Wait there.”

Her neighbor walked away and she stood in the living room.  It was dark and creepy. There were deer heads hanging from the walls and some birds hanging above them.  Mina could see spider webs in the corners of the walls, some of them could’ve been as big as she was. She could also see a layer of dust sitting on top of his TV stand like it hadn’t been cleaned in years.  The TV had a strange channel playing, it was just showing a man wearing some patterned green clothes and sitting in a tree. She wasn’t sure why they were filming him sitting in a tree.

The man walked back into the living room.  He handed her two eggs. “There you go…now get.”

Suddenly there was a bang.  Mina dropped the eggs and covered her ears, not sure what was going to happen.  “Really? I give you 2 eggs and you drop them? It’s just the TV…”

Mina looked up and saw the man who was previously sitting in the tree now standing on the ground next to a deer.  The deer didn’t appear to be alive and sat motionless while the man posed next to it. Her eyes widened as the show continued.

Her neighbor walked away and came back quickly with two more eggs.  “Here. Now don’t drop these and get! I don’t want to see you for any longer than I have to.”

Mina held the eggs close to her chest and turned toward the door.  And she ran. She ran all the way home with the eggs clutched close to her, making sure to not drop them.  She barely got in her front door when she stopped. At least now she was safe. Mina walked the eggs into the kitchen and handed them to her mom, thankful to be safe at last.

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A Journal of My Thoughts (Part 5)

Good morning!  I am so glad that today is Friday!  I have so many things planned for the next few days and I am very very excited.   Anybody else have exciting plans for the weekend and next week?

We continue on with our court case.  I hope that everything goes well for Mr. Neasvelle and I hope they can win the court case.  But, you will have to continue the Adventure to see what happens.  Enjoy!

A Journal of My Thoughts

December 15, 20—

Today was the big day.  I wasn’t able to sleep super well but I felt well rested.  I walked into the kitchen wearing my best suit and Rose smiled at me.  She told me that no matter what the outcome was going to be, she was proud of me.  That made me smile. Even though I know she will always support me, this just made me hold my head a little higher.

I filled my thermos with coffee and kissed Rose before walking out the door to my car.  James was going to collect everything from the office before heading to the courthouse so I made my way to meet him.  It would look unprofessional if we didn’t show up at the same time. I sent James a quick text to make sure he was on the way and he quickly replied with a simple yes.

The drive was uneventful so I won’t bore you with that.

We arrived at the same time and somehow parked next to each other.  I promise we didn’t plan that. It just happened. Either way, we walked up the steps to the courthouse to see Mr. Neasvelle standing in the lobby.  He was wearing a suit that was a smidge too big for him, but it didn’t look terrible. We walked up to him and shook his hand. He told us he was nervous and you could tell.  His hands were very sweaty.

I told Mr. Neasvelle that we had to give the judge the small amount of evidence we had and he told us he would meet us in the courtroom.  James told me he was so nervous but he had a feeling everything would go well. I laughed. I was feeling the same way though. I didn’t know that was a thing but here we are.

We walked into the judges chambers and saw the prosecuting attorney.  It was someone we had battled against before and we didn’t do well. His name was Mr. Able.  I was always kind of perplexed by his name. Was that actually his name? Or did he legally change his name?  He always said he was able to win his cases, so maybe he changed his name to reflect that. Who knows, but what I do know is that he is a very successful prosecuting attorney.

I saw Mr. Able and shook his hand.  He was always a very stone faced man, but he was at least polite.  To an extent. He would shake our hands and ask how we were doing, but then he would slaughter us in court.  But not today! I was determined that today would be the day we beat him.

Both parties presented their evidence to the judge and agreed on everything.  I could tell Mr. Able was a little shocked by how much we actually brought in.  Mostly witness statements but still, it was a bit of evidence.

I could tell that the evidence that he brought was much more physical.  Like, he had a flash drive, most likely with security camera footage on it, and some fingerprints supposedly that matched Mr. Neasvelle.  But what surprised me was that he brought the envelope of money that my client had given his client. It was still in an envelope with a small drawing on the front.  It said Child Support across the front and underneath there was a small stick figure family. There was a taller person and 3 shorter people, presumably Mr. Neasvelle and his three kids.  It made my heart skip a beat, it was cute. And very thoughtful.

The judge dismissed us and we found Mr. Neasvelle standing outside of the courtroom door.  He seemed even more nervous than before and it looked like he had been pacing quite a bit.  We tried to help calm him down and tell him that everything would be okay.

That was…until the fire alarm went off.

That’s right.  They had to evacuate the entire courthouse because the fire alarm went off.  All I could think of was that someone was trying to get out of their case today and would face federal charges for setting off the fire alarm in a courthouse.  But when we stepped outside there were actual flames coming out from the roof. Everyone was a little shocked and couldn’t believe this was happening.

I remember seeing Mr. Able standing off to the far side.  He seemed anxious, something I had never seen from him before.  I couldn’t tell if he was nervous about the courthouse burning down or if he was nervous that the case would be pushed to a different courtroom.  Or, maybe he had faked some of the evidence to make it look like Mr. Neasvelle was guilty.

It just seemed like very strange behavior from him.  But pretty soon the fire department shows up and starts to put out the flame.  The judges come walking around to tell everyone they will be receiving papers on when and where their cases will be handled.  The attorneys were told to stick around to collect their evidence but everyone else was dismissed.

James told me he would get the stuff and I took Mr. Neasvelle back to his apartment.  He told me he was more worried now that the case was being pushed off for a short while.  I told him everything would be fine and nothing would change in the case. We still were going to win no matter what.

I’m not sure if he fully believe me or not, but he told me he was very thankful for everything that we have done.  And I’m going to leave it there the night. I’m not sure when the case will resume, but hopefully it’s soon. G’night.

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WW-This Isn’t Fair

Good morning!  It’s another Wednesday and I hope everyone is doing well.  I am getting  ready for my weekend because I have exciting plans for early next week.  And I cannot wait!

We continue with Winchester as we finish out this case.  How do you think Shelly will react when she finds out she was Catfished by Marcel?  I hope she takes it well, but you will have to read to find out!  Get ready for more Adventure and I hope you enjoy!

This Isn’t Fair

Winchester and Anthony sat at their desk, waiting for Shelly to come by and talk to them.  Winchester shuddered. “I am really hoping that everything goes well today. I would really like to see tomorrow.”

Anthony snickered.  “You are in a police station.  I don’t think you will have to worry about that.”  They both jumped as the phone on the desk began to ring.  Anthony picked it up. “Officer West…uh huh…okay I’ll be right there.”  He hung up the phone and sighed, looking up at his son. “She’s here. Head over to the conference room and I’ll meet you there.”

They both stood up and went their respective ways.  West made his to the large conference room where they had already set up their evidence.  He sat down in one of the chairs and waited in the quiet room for his dad and Shelly to show up.

He started paging through the papers that were organized in the small file folder.  The evidence was clear that Shelly was slightly delusional and maybe a bit crazy, but they still had to ask her some questions and tell her she had met Marcel but didn’t believe it.  He hoped that everything would go well while they talked to her.

The door opened and Anthony and Shelly walked through the door.  Anthony motioned towards the chairs and smiled. “Go ahead and take a seat.  We just wanted to go over what we found and ask you a couple more questions if that’s okay.”

Shelly nodded as she sat down across from Winchester.  “Of course. Please tell me you have found my Marcel.”

Winchester shifted in his chair as his father sat down next to him.  “Uh…yes. We did find Marcel.”

“Where is he!  I want to see him.  He’s been gone for two weeks!  Is he okay? What happened to him?  Is he hurt?”

“Whoa whoa whoa slow down.”  Winchester lifted his hand, signally her to slow down.  “Marcel is at his home. But I want to let you know that you lied to us saying that you never met him.”

“What do you mean?  I haven’t met him before.  He told me where he worked and I went there one night and he wasn’t there.  There was another guy named Marcel who said he was the guy I had been talking to, but I know that wasn’t the guy.  He didn’t look anything like the pictures.”

Shelly looked extremely confused.  West had to try as hard as he could to not roll his eyes in front of Shelly.  “So we contacted the bar where Marcel works and we asked if there was a Marcel who worked there.  They confirmed that yes, there was a Marcel who worked there and we went right over there to talk to him.  The man who you talked to and who we talked to confirmed that he is the man you have been talking to online.”

“That’s not possible!”  Shelly stood up and slammed her hands on the table.  “He looked nothing like the Marcel I talked to. Why would he do something like that?”

The West’s looked at each other.  “Uh…well it’s thing called Catfishing where someone who isn’t super happy with how they look uses someone else’s photo to talk to people.  Sometimes they even use a different name and make up lies about their lives. But according to Marcel the only thing that was different was his photo.  And…” Winchester sighed. “According to Marcel the reason he stopped talking to you was because he had told you multiple times that he wanted to end the relationship and you didn’t listen.”

Shelly’s mouth dropped wide open.  “What do you mean? We were in a committed relationship.  He told me we were always going to be together.”

“I think what Winchester is trying to say is that Marcel wanted to end the relationship and voiced his opinion but it was reciprocated by both parties.”  Anthony looked over at Winchester who nodded in agreement. “Is that correct?”

“Yeah totally.  Marcel wanted to end the relationship but you didn’t.  He was getting frustrated by not being listened to and just stopped talking to you.  Marcel was trying to protect himself.”

“That’s not fair!”  Shelly was almost yelling at this point.  “He promised me that we would get married and we were always going to be together.  Why would he lie to me? That’s not fair!” She fell into her chair and started sobbing.  “He was all I had…”

West was not sure how to respond.  Anthony leaned forward and put his hand on Shelly’s shoulder.  “I’m sorry Shelly. But this is everything we have. Marcel is a real person who, unfortunately, does not wish to see you anymore.  I think the best course of action would be to put your feelings aside and move on. He does not wish to be contacted again.”

Shelly stood up and immediately left the room.  The officers watched her run out the building and down to her car.  West shook his head. “I feel bad. I know this isn’t what she wanted to hear, but it’s what she needed to hear, right?”

Anthony nodded and stood up to collect the few papers they had.  “Yeah…I know she wanted better news than that, but the news she got was what Marcel wanted her to hear.  She’ll get over it eventually.  Hopefully…”

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Glimmer of Hope

Good morning!  How was everyone’s weekend?  I spend a lot of time lounging around and relaxing which was nice.  I unfortunately didn’t get as much writing done as I would’ve liked, but it happens.

This week is actually another story for Grammy’s Grid.  I got a little inspiration from writing the last story so I decided to do another story for the link party.  This story is a Feel Good Story and I hope you enjoy!

Glimmer of Hope

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Erin sat on a rock in the middle of the desert and cried.  She had been walking for hours and hadn’t come across any other living beings.  She watched the sun go from the middle of the sky to down under the horizon. Her mind was racing with how to get out of the situation but nothing seemed to be working in her favor.

She still wasn’t sure how this happened.  One minute she was hanging out with friends at a party and the next moment she’s blacked out.  When she woke up, she was in the middle of the desert. Erin wasn’t sure how long she had been blacked out for but what she knew was that she needed to find a way to get home.  Her phone was missing and she wasn’t even sure she was walking in the right direction to find help.

After a good cry session, Erin stood up and looked around.  She saw something in the distance that looked like it could be some help.  Her feet begrudgingly moved forward towards the small glimmer of hope that was in the distance.  She tried to run toward the small oasis of hope but no matter what she didn’t seem to be moving faster.  

The sand seemed to make Erin’s feet drag a bit more even though she was trying to move quickly.  She had to pay attention to where she was running so she didn’t accidentally run into a cactus of some sort.  The stars started to twinkle a little brighter as she realized she was getting closer to her possible salvation.

She stopped at the top of the hill to look at her small hope.  There was a small tent sitting in the middle of a valley. A small fire smouldered next to the tent meaning that someone was nearby.  Erin wearily walked down the small hill of sand toward the tent, praying that the people would be willing to help her.

“Help…”  Erin tried to say something as loud as possible but it wasn’t super loud.  She took another step and fell in the sand. She was exhausted from walking for so long but she had to try to get their attention.  She lifted her head, cleared her throat, and tried again. “Help!”

There was a rustle in the tent and the front of the tent opened.  A man poked his head out of the tent and gasped. “Oh my…hey! Are you okay?”  He stepped out of the tent and rushed over toward Erin. He grabbed her shoulders and helped her to her feet.  “Are you okay? You look terrible…”

Erin coughed and brushed herself off.  “Uh…no…I woke up in the middle of the desert this afternoon.  I don’t really know what happened but I am completely lost. Can you help me?”

The man nodded and led her toward the tent.  “Of course. My family is camping out tonight and leaving in the morning.  We will get you to safety, don’t worry.” He led her toward the tent where she saw his wife and 2 kids in sleeping bags.  He gathered as many blankets as he could to make a bed of some sort.  

Erin laid down on the bed and felt herself relax.  She was safe and she was going to find her way home.  She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before drifting off to sleep.

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