The clock chimed in the background as Jeffrey worked at the table writing his next greatest novel so he hoped.

Life for Jeffrey wasn’t going the way he had imagined, he always figured he would land on his feet when life got tougher to handle. As well imagining his life being made just like the stars he see’s in movies, but those were wishful thinking on Jeffrey’s part.

Jeffrey set his pen down and began to read back to himself on what he had so far wrote in his novel,

“ Detective Martin walked up the stairs of the old house on Atlanta Drive responding to a disturbance call; it was quiet and raining as Martin knocked. The door creaked opened enough for Martin to see inside peering around inside the house hoping to spot anything but it was too dark to see what was in front of him. Martin then proceeded to knock louder in hopes someone would hear the banging from the doorway “Hello.” Martin shouted from the door way, but only silence was there to greet him at the door. "