Creative Writing: A Fictional Narrative

she asks him why he took the case, "The main one is, if I didn't I

“I don’t know if I was happy that day – those tense and edgy feelings were getting stronger and stronger – but I do know I’ve never been happy since.”

“He took it kind a hard, Mister Eli, but he seemed to be doing better by the time we left this morning.”

But Tom was not about to leave until his friend divulged the secret of his whereabouts over the last few weeks, and squaring his shoulders, he slowly shook his head. “Not until you tell me where you’ve been.”

Allie immediately thought of the old seamstress, she and her mother had gone to, to get her last gowns made, but she was in Savannah. “Do you know of a seamstress that won’t be swamped with orders- it is so close to time, I’m sure no one will be available this late,” said Allie, beginning to feel some of Eli’s excitement.

“I don’t know. Tabitha took off with him a few hours before you guys showed up.”

"Kate! Sarah!" She yelled as she opened her window. Allison's parents stopped next to the stables so Allison could greet her friends and bring her horse, Thomas, to his stall. Allison bounced out the door and ran towards her

In the end Thomas helped an old friend to Phoenix, Arizona even though they had not spoken for years before. That could the ultimate whammy on Thomas’s caring

“YOU ALWAYS DO THIS! I HATE YOU!” she interrupted me. She stomped into her room. She’s lucky there was nothing within my arm’s reach or I would’ve--

“But she and Tom had gone away early that afternoon and taken baggage with them. “Left no address?”No. ”Say when they’d be back?” “No.” (Fitzgerald 164).

Eli goes into the lobby, and talks to the woman who made a bath for Charlie

Allie could tell by the look on Eli’s face that it amused him that Jeanette was aggravated with her mother. She hoped they had not made fun of her too, while she was away. She would hate to be the butt of anyone’s jokes. However, no one seemed to be paying her any attention at all, or so she thought. When her eyes searched for and met Thomas Jackson’s gaze, she saw that he definitely had eyes for her. She smiled at him and began walking toward him, Eli, Allen, and now the Ingall’s duo.

Gladys' smug look, irked Joshua. All he did was compliment Tommy on his attention to detail; maybe he was just too out of round to deal with people these days. He would have to find a way to mellow out, and soon if he was to be of any use to anyone... he needed to reconnect with his baser instincts... His head had not been this full of information since Willie and Gracie Stringer was murdered. However, the last few months had been trying, and his mind was near-about overloaded. He sure hoped that Emma spent more than a couple of nights at her grandmother's place- he needed a break from her; hell, he reckoned he needed a break from his own self, these

“This was different, he seemed weird, I just thought the wild onion tea gave him the trots again… what was that about?”

“Shorty, please we can talk it out.” Well I know he’s not going to let me walk away. I turn around not even glancing at Eli face. I walk right pass him going to sit on his bed. I’m completely drain, I’m tired of the new information or secrets he keeps hiding from me or I’m finding out.