Creative Writing: Abigail Withers

He was amused by her, more so than he had expected, after all she was a Princess, but he could see it in the way she held herself that she was a women of class. She was strong, wise, and he had to guess she understood the matters of men better than any other women of her breed. She stood as if without all signs of fear, and her eyes they challenged him, but not so much aggressively as it was plain and simple. As if her words could be spoken through those eyes, and perhaps they could be, he was uncertain of that right now. He was certain however that this little gambit would set the tide of power in the Country for years to come. This was not only the last of his moves, it also happened to be the most risky. He put all his money in one pot and

I was here I was walking threw the amazing wooden doors into the most fantastic park. I was standing on the floors of the GREAT WOLF LODGE. I was there with Amanda, Lyla, Calista, and Kira. We all quickly walked over to the check in desk so that we could get our wristbands and bust over to the water park. There were about one, two, three, four five people standing in front of us. While we were standing in line there was an amazing window that was huge and we could see every person and every ride in the park. We saw one of the biggest slides there we say the most crazy slide it was called HOWLIN TORNADO. We finally got to the front of the line and we were ready to get our wristbands on. The manager slipped on a teal waterproof wristband the said “GREAT WOLF LODGE”

Hello! My name is Emrys Sammons. I currently go to steller secondary, a small alternitive school baised on responsible freedom. I am enjoying the class so far and am looking foward to future projects. my favorate color is green and my favorate food is spegiti and meatballs. I read, just not very

As soon as Michael sat down, Allison gave Michael a strip tease. She slowly took off her dress. Once Allison stripped down to her underwear, she gave Michael a quick lap dance. She then stripped herself completely naked.

“Michael?” Abigail asked, “What do you think will happen? Do you think everything will work out?”

Bailey is short and tiny like me. She is a Beagle-Black Lab mix. She has the hyperness and the height of a beagle and the color and loyalty of a Labrador. She is only about 35 pounds, about 1½ feet from the floor to her head, and three years old. She is all black except for her chest and the tips of her paws. We call her Trouble, Barkley, Little Dog, Midnight, and other things. She is a package of trouble, smart, and love.This little thing plays and chases and sometimes run faster than lightning. So with all this combined with nobody watching, she is worse than an outlaw. We received her from a friend at my mom’s old work in Overland Park.

Gabe came down to see her and patted the mule. Amos had quit grumbling when the blindfold came off. Now he held his head up, his chin on the edge of the roof. “Thinks he’s on a sight-seeing tour.”

Kelli reached the front of the church. “Who gives this woman to this man?” Mr. Mathews proudly said,” I will.” Kelli was smiling as Mr. Mathews shook Mikes hand and whispered something in his ear. Luke leaned over towards Mike. “Are you okay man.?”

“I told you she was a smart girl,” Nester said, his eyes still fixed on her. “I knew she would see right past your act. You owe me three years’ worth of life.”

Basile Auger rested his truncheon on the palm of his hand as the rain drizzled onto his helmet. It was a damp, miserable day in Paris, as it often was this time of year. Cool mist had settled over the Champ de Mars, and Basile hoped that it would make his scowl seem more menacing. The red, white, and gold francisque, the symbol of fascist France, sewn into the breast of his raincoat would be less fear-inspiring in the mist, so he continued his scowl with renewed fury. He was flanked by other members of the armee de la revolution nationale, wearing similar helmets and scowls. The protesters were gathered in the center of the Champ de Mars, maybe two hundred of them all waving signs and demanding liberty and a return to the third republic. Several

The lingering light is obliterated by the rapidly falling night. The once salmon and purple sky is transformed into a vast expanse of jet-black that engulfs the Gallipoli Peninsula. Vivian looks into the sky to spy the southern cross but a canopy of unfamiliar luminous stars materialize amongst the ocean of blackness. All are dull, merely flickering into existence every now and then, but there is an adequate amount to illuminate the dark, moonless night. The ocean glistens, mirroring the dazzling assemblage of the celestial heavens above and luminescence from the dying light of cabin lanterns. The faint wind brushes against the water’s surface, the ripples ruffled the stillness of the surface, and shatters the reflection of his face.

“Well, I’m off to the pharmacy wing,” Fredrick said with a smile. “I will have my assistant come by your home at seven tonight.” I gave him my best fake smile and salute. Evelyn would have been proud of it. She would not, however, be happy when she found out about our date with Freddie. Hopefully, the chance to see Jenna might make her less annoyed. Either way, she wasn’t getting out of it.

Once upon a time there was an asylum called Wonderland, home to the troubled and mentally ill. The whole asylum is ran by the head nurse the patients here like to call ‘The Red Queen’ due to her fiery red hair and abnormally sized head (which is filled with an abnormal amount of ego). The Red Queen designs all of her treatments, whether they are considered ethical or unethical. She has the help of her little minion, Absolem, who works as the therapist for the patient’s. His methods of work can also be questioned whether it is right or wrong. Citizens of the outside world have no idea what kind of madness takes place within these walls. As for me, I am not a patient here. For what I truly am cannot be explained in words for only certain people

I strolled to the counter. “Hey Mike, its been a while. How you holding up?”

“Do you think they’re running late? The scheduled time was five minutes ago.” Bronze said.