Creative Writing: A Fictional Narrative

Its call to its mate caused him to long for Allie. Although they had only been husband and wife a week now, he felt as if they had always been together… she was the breath in his lungs… the blood in his veins, the beat of his heart… she was all those things and more. He did not want to endanger her by moving her out of Charleston, but he would have to figure a way for them to be together more often. As he stood, staring out into the darkness, the quietness of the night resonated deep within him. In the distance, he thought he heard the low bump of a drum and then the sound of a flute trembling through the night its soothing sound wavering upon the light breeze that blew from the west…

Thomas's eyes followed Adam around the room, taking a step inside and closing the door, both to keep his privacy and to block his exit, not wanting his resolve to waver. Quietly and without any unnecessary bouts of emotion, the doctor listened to everything the young man had to say, his expression softening until his anger had melted away and all that remained was a desire to care for him and comfort him. He would've reached out to him and held him, but he didn't want Adam, in his turmoil of emotion, to confuse his empathy with pity. It was easy to make that misconception when you felt broken, and he tried to carefully calculate his words and actions to avoid such thoughts.

Slender, yet tenderly framed against a backdrop of greenish tinged bald cypress trees, the yellow paint color gave it an appearance of being a peaceful, serene home- it was tall and elegant. Its intricate ironwork along the balcony and lower porches, reminded Thomas of houses he’d seen in New Orleans. He was thinking of renting it as a temporary residence for him and Allie to live in while they were in Charleston. He was still hesitant about taking her with him on his frequent outings where here-lately he had to slip out through Elliot’s Cut, to the Stona River and then out to the Atlantic from there to keep from being caught by Yankee patrols. For the past three days, they had stayed aboard the Spitfire, making love whenever they wanted; however,

Their laughter carried on the wind and the cozy comfort they felt together was evident. She tried to sneak deeper into the fantasy, but there was something holding her to this world—a gentle touch of a hand caressing her cheek and the briefest kiss on her brow. She struggled to wake up wondering if Ray had come after

Slender, yet tenderly framed, set against a backdrop of greenish tinged bald cypress trees, the yellow paint color gave it the appearance of being a peaceful, serene home. It was tall and elegant- its intricate ironwork along the balcony and lower porches, reminded Thomas of houses he had seen in New Orleans. He was thinking of renting it as a temporary residence for him and Allie to live in while they were in Charleston. He was still hesitant about taking her with him on his frequent outings where here-lately he had to slip out through Elliot’s Cut, to the Stona River and then out to the Atlantic from there to keep Yankee patrols from catching him. For the past three days, they had stayed aboard the Spitfire, sleeping, eating, talking, and making love whenever they wanted; however, there was not enough privacy to suit Thomas- if they stayed with Allie’s grandparents, there would not be any privacy there either. Content to stay in his quarters aboard ship, Allie seemed uninterested in the house; however, he knew they could not continue to stay there- he felt she was a distraction to the crew. The crew’s seemingly austere placidity meant nothing as far as he was concerned- he did not trust any one of them alone with Allie.

With the crowd on the edge of its seat holding a collective breath and the princess’s lover’s confidence dwindling, he opened the heavy door his mind racing as it slowly creaked open. He wondered if she would kill him and convinced himself otherwise. They loved each other, but the sweet metallic scent that he could almost taste in the back of his throat made his mind drift to those who had run out of luck on their fateful day. These mere few seconds felt as long as a life time.

Josh could see the worried lines of Tyler’s face now, straining around his eyes, and bunching his forehead. He softly brushed his thumbs against Tyler’s brow, urging him to relax his face. Tyler closed his eyes as Josh slid his fingertips through the sides of his short hair. He felt Josh lean in and softly kiss his right cheekbone, then the left. He moved to the tip of Tyler’s nose, then the middle of his forehead. As gentle as a butterfly landing on his eyelashes, he felt Josh finally kiss each of his eyelids. It felt as if he was being blessed. Josh leaned back, leaving his hands to frame Tyler’s

From the majestic nature of her walk to the adorable laugh that she seemed to have no shortage of, she was a shining emerald amongst the dull characters that pervaded his everyday life. At first, he could live without her pervading all his thoughts and dreams, but now, here he was, as the frigid cold of winter set in, feeling the full force and warmth of her mere presence. Quite frankly, he was in love. Endless hours were spent talking to his friends about her, and there hardly seemed a time where he talked about the usual thing. Love had taken complete control of all of his senses, and as much as he’d hate to admit it, he was truly at the whim of his heart. Her name? Sylvia Peters

Her shoulders sagged as if carrying too much weight. Her solemn, deeply creased, face made it obvious that she had seen better days, though these days were buried deeply in the past. My eyes moved to woman’s face. Every deep wrinkle told a different story. Betsey explained she could no longer see very clearly, now relying solely on tactile memories. Shortly after, she asked politely if she could touch my hair. Her rough, callused hands glided gently against my cheeks, as she caressed my hair. The look in her eyes spoke more than words could in that moment. She broke eye contact quickly looking to the embroidered white tablecloth. The last time she had held her granddaughter was a year ago. She told me of how her family no longer visited and

Although Allie felt Thomas was attracted to her, and that his smile earlier that day was truly genuine - doubts crept into her thoughts. He may not feel anything at seeing me. Was his smile for her or them; Allie felt disappointment at her own thoughts.

I slowly stuck my hand out to him as he curled his fingers around mine, engulfing my smaller hand in his large one. I slowly retracted my hand as he smirked at me,

Allie suspected she was dreaming, but remained quiet because she was actually enjoying the dream and listening to them talk as she braided the clover stems. Ada talked about her marriage to Joseph. How she longed for Lucas Hall to take her in his arms and hold her, instead of Joseph. Ada’s eyes were sad- her tone painfully angst ridden. “If only I had told him how I felt, things

“At least you won’t have to worry about that this time- he has set you up in a nice home with servants to look after you. Now, please forgive me and let’s have a nice visit- I want to share the latest news of what’s going on in Charleston.” Although Allie tried to pay attention to what Eli was saying, her thoughts were on Thomas, wondering where he was…

The novel begins with a passionate scene in which the narrator and his lover embrace each other. Afterwards, he admires her as she is, comparing their peaceful bodies lying beside each other to the subjects of a Renaissance painting or a photograph. Whenever he imagines them he pictures them forever frozen in time, as they are now, and at that moment he asks her for a story, a story made just for him.

sweet elderly voice, I began to calm down. You could not be angry when talking to Miss Ava; she was a woman in her late thirties with beautiful golden brown ringlets that sat on her naturally tanned shoulders, she was one of those women -who appear fifteen years younger than their natural age ...but you could see the age in her stone brown eyes that showed she’d seen more than her fair share of the world already, whether good or bad she would never let on. I respected her, even cared for her as if she was an older cousin with whom I’d lost contact with only to reunite with after years with an even stronger bond. I looked at her and felt the tears swells in my eyes...Just another person I’d have to leave behind. “Oh goodness, darling I’ve talked to the principal. Don’t worry my dear you're in no trouble at all, we both know todays much different than you're used to and we understand you may be