.... Christie always makes me laugh!" cried Hans, with tears in his eyes. "No, not that kind of mystery. I'm interested in locked room mysteries." whispered Miguel. "Do you know what they are?" "No, I can't say that I do." mused Hans. "What are they then?" "They are mysteries where locked rooms are involved," said Miguel, "and where one person might have to do something to get into the locked room and change something, for instance, put ginger ale into a glass of ice." "Ginger ale into a glass of ice? That's quite easy." laughed Hans. "Yes, but not when YOU are in a locked room, the ice and glass in a safe, and me with the Ginger Ale outside!" exc ....

.... that murdered his family from what you call "cabin fever" caused by seclusion and away from everything. Jack is stuned by what he hears and then quickly say's something to the effect of not having to worry about something like that happening, and that he needed the months off to get started on a book he was writing. Lloyd decides to let him have the job, and asked him to come back the next day. The next day Danny (his son) and wife Wendy and Jack left for the hotel. They arrive and get there bags dropped off, it is the last day the hotel is open for the season, and people are checking out, and workers cleaning up, so they can leave for the spring. Jack and Wendy goto meet ....

.... of brown have majestically disappeared and a robust palette of colors including vivid blues, smart greens, and tantalizing reds has taken its place. the colors seem to come alive in the sunshine, portraying that sunlight seems to be theperfect compliment to this picture painted by nature. Once you step across the threshold seperating my patio from my yard and stand outside you can actually grope the image of my backyard with your eyes, it is clear that grass is the most abundant commodity here. there must be at least a billion blades of healthy green sheathes penetrating up from fertile chocolate brown soil. the only discoloration that is visible on each blade occur ....

.... sudden I was the only one left aboard, because everyone else was thrown out at impact. With my feet still securely anchored, and paddle in hand, I realized that I was in a precarious position as the raft was being thrown around like a rag-doll in the turbulent waters. I felt like a rookie on his first bull-ride, and thought to myself, “I have to act fast”. I did my best to scramble to safety, as I quickly jumped out and headed to the rocky shoreline in the distance. Then and only then, did I realize the grip of death I so narrowly escaped. I was lucky, but I also realized something else, I realized that from here on out, it was nothing but adventure for me. This was ....

.... warmth on my face, as it seems to energize my body and soul. I feel content and at ease with life and the world around me because nowhere else do I find this serenity. The beach in the morning is a lot like me. It comes to life slowly. As the sun rises, the waves roll in gently and the birds stretch out before they begin their flight for the day. When the wind picks up, so do the waves, the sights, the smells and the sounds. I, too, pick up after a cup of coffee. The beach differs from my work immensely. I work in the finance industry where customers are our number one concern. There is never a moment’s peace, the phone rings constantly, and tension envel ....

.... figures were dressed with a bed sheet that had obviously been painted black and thrown over their heads with just two tiny holes where the eyes would be. The other figure then said "whats it gunna be lady, trick or treat?" Jess opened the door fully now and beckoned them to come inside. "Just wait here", she said as she ran up the stairs and into the bathroom where Sal was still combing her hair. "Sal what should I give those two boys", asked Jess. "I dunno give them one of those chocolate things near the fridge", Sal replied. Jess turned and went back down the stairs into the kitchen to find the bars. "Are you still there boys?", she yelled. But there was no rep ....

.... there yet, don't go there.” I can remember the lyrics of a Naughty by Nature song blaring over my car radio, “If you have never been to the ghetto, don't ever come to the ghetto,” as I put in a tape. My thought stream continues as it takes me to another place where guerrilla warfare and terrorism are a part of daily life. The gunshots and unruly pitbull barking registers over the calm of the wet playground. Trash strings the streets and every dwelling has an eight foot, black, metal fence circuitously about it. Two white faces gape over the hood of a parked Cadillac. Besides the police parked down the block, they are probably the only Caucasians in a five mile square ....

.... ceasing. Moreover, she left to reunite with her family just seperating from him and to possibly begin exploring. Stresses in my Life Stress in my life has taken a toll on others, especially my friends, and continues to be the reason why I often feel depressed. Although some of my friends may describe me as being polite, easy going, and stress-free, I have many stresses causing me to become frustrated. Growing up had been no easy task for my brother and I. My parents hardly ever got along and it seemed that each time they would argue, we were in the middle of it or the cause of it. After graduating from high school, I left home. Since my brother had recently moved o ....