Portfolio

.Portfolio.

1. A story of a brothel romance, during the 1600 to 1800s.

Emily was sitting on her bed. She was not one of those whores. She was just a girl, who needed a job. She did not like what she had done, her eyes were glued to the floor as the male was standing at the door. He had a soft face, and the look of regret was written all over his freckled face. He had not meant to cause this girl so much pain. He should have known that this girl was not one of those women of the night. She was too soft and sweet looking. He just stepped over to her side, grabbing her hand. "Emily, do please forgive me...." his voice was soft against Emily's face as he pressed a kiss against it. It was obvious that he wasn't going to do what he had originally planned.

2. A cruel WW2 story between a Russian Spy and a German general's wife.

His tears felt warm as they fell against my forearm, my eyes shut, holding back my own tears. Misha was laying hurt, in my arms. He had been shot, moments ago, by a child, who was a bit too trigger happy. I could not let him die. "Misha, come on..." She whispered, helping him up. "I know someone who can help," I explained. There was a doctor that catered to special needs and would not question about Misha's history or anything. I just needed to get him there and get him there FAST.

3. A killer husband and a petite housewife.

The blood was something else, and Ben could not, actually wouldn't dare, ask his wife to even clean up anything involving this murder. He was ashamed, but he needed her help. He got up from the floor and looked at the stairs in a very conflicted way, for climbing the stairs. His wife was asleep. She had had a long day, and now, she may be cleaning up even more than she expected she would ever have to clean up. Ben breathed in and opened the door. Shiloh, their dog, barked, before realizing who it was and Piper woke up. She looked at Ben and muttered, "what's wrong, hun?" and Ben's heart sunk. He kneeled by the bed and kissed his wife's forehead. "I did something bad..." Ben whispered and swallowed hard. 

4. Involving Edgar Allen Poe.

My fingers ran over the small, leather bound copy of a collection of Edger Allen Poe's greatest works, as I sat, in the floor of my partner's room. I was paired with some jock, on this book project, and he agreed with me, in doing Edger Allen Poe, thankfully. It was easy and they could do some real cool ideas with it. When I heard James walking back up the stairs, the door slammed shut and I was cornered, into the back of my room. I yelped softly. I could hear James's frantic knocking, asking what was wrong, as black smoke moved around me. A dark figure moved from the shadow and the lights burst, causing the glass, from the light bulbs to go everywhere. "Taylor, give us the book," but my hand held the book, unmoving as the thing came closer, till its hot, musty breath was against my face. I felt sick and finally James broke through. There was a high pitch shriek and I fell to the ground. James then ran to me, grabbing my arms, asking what had happened. I couldn't spoke, I just shook my head.

5. Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Any Hunter S. Thompson fans?
Danny held a book close to her chest. She was scared, more than anything. She was following her favourite Journalist's path. Hunter S. Thompson was a bit influence in Danny's work. Minus, all the drugs that Thompson had done. She was with her editor, Mr. Kain, as they were riding into Nashville. Danny had an appointment to meet withe Hells Angels. It was a bit unnerving and she knew how they treated their women, so she knew she had to be cautious, and make sure she did not offend anyone, while she was staying with the vicious, motorcycle group.

6. Skinwalkers.
A deer laid, quietly, on the forest floor. It seemed to have had its fill of grass and berries, as it sat there with a tentative expression. The doe seemed to be on edge, but soon something caught her attention, and her head jerked to one side. A wolf, hiding in the bushes, staring intently on the doe. The doe's ears popped up as it got to her hooves. Their eyes were locked for a brief moment before the doe shot off into one direction and the wolf followed after. The deer's thought process was something along the lines as fearful and terrified as she skidded a stop. Something about this seemed a bit different than just any, ordinary wolf and soon, the deer turned into something that no one would expect. A human girl. The wolf was behind her, lumber and snarling, but when the girl turned the wolf stepped back, bowing its head in a respectful manner. Seemed that the wolf was not all it was cracked up to be.