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Thoughts with a Chance of Anxiety

Annabeth was getting ready for bed when the sun went down and the snowstorm began. She knew as soon as the first few snowflakes began to fall that it was going to be a big storm. She had a feeling she wouldn’t be able to leave her apartment for a decent amount of time. Which was fine with her. She needed her time away from work, too much was going on. Having the autopsy file was proving to be too much responsibility for Annabeth. She thought about it obsessively. So much time had passed since Mr. Evans had been murdered and the murder was still at large. It made Annabeth nervous. As a blanket of snow covered the town outside, Annabeth thought back to when she suspected Lamar for the murder because of how off-putting he was. She laughed to herself, she now knew this to be incorrect. She thought back to when she first saw the autopsy and the cause of death, a puncture wound to the abdomen. The image of the autopsy stuck so firmly in her mind, she didn’t think she would forget a thing ab...
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Gluttony with a Chance of Sin

As the sun beams rose above the horizon, Annabeth’s high heel clad foot pounded on the sidewalk. In fact, Annabeth hardly noticed the rising sun as she rushed to work. It wasn’t usual for Annabeth to be in a rush for work but it was unusual for her to be trying to get to work at this hour. A scheduling mistake left Annabeth rushing for a 7:30 appointment. It was at that moment that Annabeth’s stomach growled reminding her that she forgot to eat breakfast this morning. She glanced at her watch, it read 7:02. She had time to pop into Alice’s and order some breakfast.  Alice greeted Annabeth with a smile and handed her a menu as she walked in. Deciding that sitting at the booth by herself would look depressing, Annabeth settled at the counter-top that wrapped around the kitchen. The smells that floated from the kitchen were enough to make her want to order everything off the menu. A voice in the back of her mind reminded her of all the hard work she put into losing weight in high sch...

Irony with a Chance of Realization

It was impossible to see anything. Annabeth peered out her apartment window, an action that seemed to happen everyday. A thick fog had completely covered the entire town. Laughing to herself, Annabeth thought about the contrast between the illuminating event that only occurred days before and the fog that left everything dark. It was ironic really, how the shooting star lit up the town bringing hopes and wishes with it, now the town was in an opposite state. It was almost as if someone with a larger look at life was laughing at the town for thinking that our problems could be solved by simply wishing on a star. With that positive note in mind, Annabeth got ready to leave for work, giving herself a few extra minutes due to the fog. Her hand was on the doorknob when she noticed the newspaper that was delivered that morning. When it was delivered earlier that morning, Annabeth wasn’t awake enough to actually read the cover page. Now, as it sat on the table by her front door, Annabeth got ...

Thoughts with a Chance of Wishing

The news of the excitement that would come that night first came to Annabeth at work. At work where she still glanced at the autopsy of Mr. Evans wondering what was going to happen now that the police had more information about his death. Pondering the next moves of her new police officer friend, Linh, Annabeth was startled by the sound of someone entering her office. It was one of the fellow nurses, informing her about the shooting star that would across over the town. The gears inside Annabeth’s head began to spin. What should she wish for? Was there anything she wanted enough to wish upon a star? As Annabeth racked her brain, she could sense that everyone in the town was doing the same thing as her. Trying to find the best wish for the situation. One half of Annabeth wanted to wish for something material, like new shoes or a raise at work. But the other half knew there was something more sentimental she could wish for. The sentimental half won. Peering out her window, Annabet...

Disappointment with a Chance of Shock

Lamar’s meet up was a bust. Nobody really knew anything, Annabeth was disappointed. She was hoping for more details about Mr. Evans but she got nothing. Her suspicions about Lamar were now just a fleeting thought. At the diner, Lamar looked as frustrated as Annabeth felt now. It was clear to her now that Lamar was not the killer and he just wanted to catch the killer. The disappointment Annabeth felt was a brief feeling. It was mulled over before she fell asleep that night but was gone the next day. It wasn’t until she walked into work that she was reminded of everything and Mr. Evans. There sitting in her office was one of the police officers, Annabeth thought her name was Linh, maybe. She wasn’t quite sure, like her the officer was new to this town. “Good Morning, Nurse Willis,” the officer said to Annabeth as she entered her office. “Good Morning,” Annabeth paused not wanting to get her name wrong. “Officer…” “Officer Luong,” the officer finished for Annabeth. “But ple...

Panic with a Chance of Concern

Cause of Death: Puncture wound to the stomach That was what Annabeth was greeted with when she entered work. The autopsy of Mr. Evans laid on her desk. Flipping the file open, everything fell into her lap. Not literally but figuratively, She now knew the details. All the gory details. With that in mind, a part of her started to wonder if this would make her a target of some kind. Thinking back to the invitation she received from Lamar just yesterday. If Lamar could find her and already knew what she knew about Mr. Evans, so could the killer. If they were still even out there. In her state of panic, Annabeth considered not attending Lamar’s get together at Alice’s 24 hour dinner. What if Lamar was actually the killer and he was trying to throw everyone off by seeing how much they knew. And then he would also killed whoever knew the most. Annabeth’s level of panic increases significantly, considering the fact that she probably knew the most as someone with the autopsy right in front ...

Breathing with a Chance of Paranoia

One week had passed since the tragic events that struck Annabeth’s new residence. She didn’t personally know Mr. Evans nor had she ever had a conversation with that lasted more than a few seconds. However, she still felt impacted by his death, the whole town seemed to actually. It was like the sun had gone away, taking any sense of normality with. What replaced the sun was a giant storm cloud that refused to leave. Everyone seemed different, even to Annabeth, who hardly knew anyone, she could tell the town was emitting a different vibe. And she did not like it one bit. Annabeth was at work when she heard of the upcoming event. At first, she thought it was a ridiculous idea, the people in this town wouldn’t go to a concert only a week after someone was murder. Much less the concert of someone no one knew. Annabeth was wrong, a rare occurrence. The sun was slowly coming back with the storm cloud retreating as people began leaving their houses in excitement for Conrad’s concert. Walking h...