Creative Narrative Writing : Creative Writing

“Anything that can help us find out who did this.” I said, examining the crime scene. I walked towards what used to be the glass case that held the crown, but was now a useless, shattered cube.

I put on my dress and look in the mirror. Hm I'm not sure I like it, I'll

"Helga, Rhonda. My, My, what a pleasant suprise!" Ms. Heyerdahl answered the door, her accent thick. "Phoebe, didn't mention you gals was coming today."

The strawberry blonde sighed as she maneuvered through the bustling cafe, wanting nothing more than to go home and sleep for five to sixty years.

“He’s 200 pounds?” I asked. He nodded. “Wow, he seemed so light.” We all laughed.

A few minutes later Tucker reappeared in the room carrying a tray filled with all of the things Lyanna had asked him to prepare. He set it down upon the coffee table that ran between the two sofas and then he asked if he could get anybody anything else. Alex had told him, “No thank you.” and Lyanna then said, “That will be all, my dear.”

It had taken Denise over two hours to complete her investigation. After both Fiona and Denise left, she felt nervous being in the house alone, especially after hearing what Denise had to say. She walked through each room taking the same path they had walked earlier silently wishing Ray was already home.

I gathered together all of the paintings, and finally slipped on my dress, and a pair of white heels, i added a gold thick necklace. Then I heard a knock at the door. King went running and barking. I answered the door and there he was in a tux, he looked so so ? Handsome, I had wanted to touch since the minute I touched him to seen him the man of my dreams a local flower boy, seemed silly but hey he was cute.

“I don’t want her Syd, I want you.” Syd blushed. “I want you to Steven.”

“Meet me at the apartment from this morning at five am tomorrow.” I released my hold. As I made my way through the living room I heard the news anchor.

Luke put his hand on Mikes shoulder. “Mike I know you don’t believe that bull you’re saying right now.” Toni pleaded with Mike, “You have us so walk away from her.”

Tara and I sat in the coffee shop, “How’s everything going? Still no leads or anything?”

I checked my phone, 3:26 am. Phil had stopped crying, but he still leaned with his head against my chest and my arms around him "Phil?" I asked, "can you please tell me what's wrong? I want to help you, but I can't do anything if I don't know what's wrong," he'd been avoiding the question all night, but he seemed to have calmed down and I thought now might be a good time to bring in up. He looked up at me with his green, blue eyes still wet from the tears "I thought me and Dan had something special" he said with no emotion is in his voice "I always thought we were more than friends but I guess I was wrong," he wiped the tears from his face and stood up.

She narrowed her eyes at me as if she didn’t believe my answer. “Remember what I told you the other day, people like him will take advantage of you in the blink of an eye. Watch your back at all times.”

She's pushing her way into his room, not giving him a chance to stop her. God, this girl is pushy but he loves her anyways. She's looking around his room and all of a sudden he's self conscious about how bare it is. Only a bed and a desk, it was obvious he never made himself at home. Why should he? He's a broken and dying man, there's no reason to call a place home if you won't stay there long. "So are you happy now?" He asks her, looking into her crimson eyes. They take his breath away every time. "You're always pushing me around all the time." He tells her, but she doesn't seem phased at all, keeping her smile on her face. "You're just gonna ignore what I want, huh?" Now she has a smirk on her face, a playful smirk.