Dog Wagons

The police station is like most other buildings in the small town. The old fashioned rusty doors squeak as they’re opened and close. There have never been many cases bad enough for a jail house to be built. Instead, the prisons are shipped out of town on a small, bared wagon. But like everything else in the town, it is used at least once a year, and then forgotten until needed again.
The town itself is no more than a cross of a couple of long streets, only two intersections are located in it. The first intersection is the life of the town. People are frequently buzzing around the area, traveling to the farms west bound of the section or the shops, south. The north end of the town is covered in small, dirty, ugly houses with leaky roofs and weedy, crunchy, yellow grass.
The second intersection lies west right by the farm lands. Three houses cover each corner. It is never busy there. Only the wealthiest people in the town own land in the area. The grass is tender and green. The flowers blossom in vibrant bunches across the garden yards. The best flowers in the town belong to Rogerson Quinn. Shortly behind had been Miss Courtney Weles. The two were had fought with no mercy over who owned the best garden. Miss Courtney had a sharp taste for colours, always making them root better, and grow prouder then Rogerson’s. But his grass grew more warm smells and his flower patterns where gentler.
Miss. Courtney had only her wealth to pride over; after all, she was the only person in the town who had a maid and a dog. Her maid’s name was Stella Wills. Stella had a sweet smile, and light, silky, milk chocolate hair. She had been over worked by Miss. Courtney, but kept her cool. The village was just waiting for her to snap.
Miss. Courtney’s father had money, and died rich, leaving her plenty to last a luxurious life. Each day, she called a cab to drive her to the city where she shopped and dined all day and night. Her father’s dog remained at home. Ronald was a golden retriever, the most beautiful thing any villager had seen, though she was not particularly fond of him. She left him at home with Stella and Connor Blank. Connor was her father’s brother, and his close friend. But Miss. Courtney had her own opinions about him.
Miss. Courtney may have had the money, and privacy she needed, but not the respect. You see, Miss. Courtney had a little bit of dirt on everyone in the town, from the little boy across the village who broke a plate, to the chief of police who stole an apple from the market cart, with her large ears and eyes, nothing was a secret in the small shabby town. If only she was here now, to tell us who had killed her.

this is writtin in 3rd person and what happens next is a detective gathers three suspects (Rogerson Quinn, Stella Wills, and Conner Blank) and each have a flash back and tell what they remember happend that night Courtney was killed an say that they are inosent. The problem is, none of them can remember what happens right before her death. you end up finding out who the killer is at the end of the story.
plz, rate this a…
1 – trash it
2 – needs work
3 – not bad
4 – pretty interesting
5 – amazing, really interesting
and would you read more???
i kinda have to talk about the flowers and grass b/c thats the conflict between Rogerson and Courtney
all i asked for is if my story and basic ideas were okay, not a spell check. i know my spellings lousy but i can only do so much at once. i want to know if my story is worth spell checking and serious reviewing. i dont wana do a ton of work for nothing. but thx, Lawrence i will deffinetly be fixing those sentances.