Brunette Narrative

I got into the small car and started it, hoping I was doing the right thing. The rumble of the car was the opposite of calming, as I needed it to be, I was going to help my love-Clyde Barrow. The small car shuddered and then stopped as I pulled up to the jail, I sat in the car thinking before getting out, what if I get caught. I ignored these thoughts and got out of the car. I walked to the back Clyde’s stolen V8 Ford, I popped the trunk hearing the *click* as it opened. I grabbed a handgun and hid it in the pocket hidden by the hem of my dress, the dress immediately felt heavier. My dress sweeping the dirt off the ground, distracted me as I sauntered- to avoid any accusations- towards the door of the jailhouse. I walked in with a bright, welcoming smile- waving at the guards as I stopped at the secretary’s desk.

Between 7:15 and 7:30 last night a person, by the name of Paul Dudden, in this residence, took his last breath behind the screen in the library as he was being brutally murdered. One thing’s for sure the murderer knew what they wanted. They wanted Paul Dudden gone. When Paul Dudden took his last look at this cruel world, the murderer looked down and smiled at their accomplishment. Unfortunately for the murderer, it is clear who this malevolent person is. He was no other that Mr. Parsons himself. After interviewing Mrs. Parsons, one of the Ellis’ car went into the driveway drove by the one and only Amy Ellis at 8:00. Now here’s the thing, why didn’t Mr. Parson see the car as well? As the car drove in, Mr. Parsons wasn’t in his house at all.

“Why does the mailbox have to be so far?” Zuri thinks to herself as she turns the corner of North Broadview Avenue and Red Wood Road. As she rounds the corner she looks up only in time to see a white Lincoln town car barreling towards her and barely manages to jump backwards as it screeches to a stop right where she had been standing a few second ago. A tall, young black man hops out of the car and walks over to Zuri asking “Are you all right?” as he reaches out his hand to help her up. “Yeah I think so.” She replies as she gets up and dust herself off and looks around for her keys. “What you looking for?” the young man asks. “My keys I lost them when I jumped out of the way” she tells the young man as she continues to search for the keys.

Mrs. Hopewell went to the police station as quickly as possible, but it was far away. When Mrs. Hopewell finally reached the police station, she had to wait for an officer to assist her. While waiting, Mrs. Hopewell noticed how dirty and decrepit the police station was; it was as if it had not been cleaned in years. The filthy setting was unsettling for Mrs. Hopewell, who was already nervous.

Rick eased the motorcycle on to Grand Avenue and the two made their way up to the university campus. He cruised Stadium Way at a respectable speed, then the motor screamed as he turned left on Nevada then right on Spokane Street at seventy miles an hour. Not a cop in sight. Luv sucked in her breath and hung on for dear life. She recognized the route, they arrived a moment later at the campus

One night while driving in a new boy’s car, Connie sees a strange guy pointing at her but thinks nothing of it. On a Sunday afternoon, after staying home alone from a family barbeque, she hears a car coming up

What are they doing?” I think to myself again. Two of the ghastly people I noticed while we turned onto this street are walking toward Ben’s car. I lock my doors and continue to panic. I can hear guys yelling at Ben, threatening him. The longer we sit here and the louder the men at Ben’s window become, the more obvious it becomes they are not sober. This fact sends me into an even deeper level of stress. At this point it becomes abundantly apparent that my car is a rag top convertible. “One of these guys could easily come cut my roof open and get me,” I think to myself as my stress and fear completely take over my thoughts. I can barely breathe at this point. I still cannot figure out why Ben is still sitting here, and why he does not just drive away. They are telling him to get out of the car now. I knew had a bad feeling about this little

“I just don’t want you to get in trouble. I know there are many cops over here, only waiting for drivers like you,” Sammy lied trying not to show his

She nearly slide out of her seat when the car came to a stop, she lifted her head and looked at the male. “Worn someone when you are going to break the car so damn sudden.” She shouted at him. “I could have been killed.” She rolled her eyes. She knew she really wasn’t going to die but she could get badly hurt. “Why did you stop anyways we aren’t…” She turned her head to look out the window, she cocked her head to the side. She arched her brow a little. “Now that’s something you don’t see every day.” She spoke aloud so every in the car could hear

These beautiful words were found in an old Skillman Avenue bulletin when we were working on an estate sale. They are words that resonate strongly in our world today. If there were not a greater movement and a greater leader we would be without hope in a world which sometimes feels as if it has been turned upside down.

Caitlin needed to be sure. She slowly approached the covered body and reached it with shaking fingers. She revealed enough to get a glimpse at the dead, bloody, beaten face. It was enough to make her stomach turned and feel last night diner coming back with a revenge. Keeping everything in, she let go of the blanket like it was burning her.

William continued walking until he arrived at the crime scene. In his mind he tried to picture what had happened, but it was just too much for him. His thoughts were interrupted when a man, "Driving a 2005 Chrysler 300 jumped a curb and collided with," (seven 1) a young woman who was crossing the road. Everything happened so quickly that William had no time to react. The vehicle continued driving even after it hit the woman. William saw the woman lying on the road and rushed to help her. The woman stood up with William's help. As she assured him she was okay and that everything was fine, she fainted in William's arms. William stood there confused, not knowing what to do with the beautiful stranger who had just fainted in his arms. The nearest hospital was located in the next village which was about twenty miles away. He decided that he would take her to his hotel room and take care of her

“Shit, shit, shit…” Kelsey mumbled to herself as she leaned against the wall of her room to put her other black stiletto on. She quickly zipped up her black dress, applied red lipstick and ran out the door. The warm night air brushed against her legs as she quickly walked to the bar downtown. She was on a mission tonight… and being late wasn’t part of the plan.

So quick in fact that she’d never seen a trial go by that quickly. These were the thoughts repeating over and over in her head as she continuously drove beyond the hills and crops and at last the residential areas. The police, the attorneys, everyone; they must’ve had their information laid right out in front of them to carry along a case that fast. She even thought that perhaps she had fallen asleep throughout some portion of it and maybe the “real murderer” was framed when she was asleep. But no. For the duration of the entire thing her stare was a deadlock, never breaking eye contact with the back of the young woman’s head. She kept on driving, deciding to push the events of the morning to the back of her mind to work on more important matters.

The three bodies hang there, even with the white sacks over their heads looking curiously stretched, like chickens strung up by the necks in a meatshop window...(277)