Creative Writing: Estelle Louise's Home

Geneva on the Lake I went to Geneva on the Lake and had the most lively time there. First we went to the beach and rummaged through the sand with sifters to find beach glass which was so much fun. We then went to this rundown building with old antiques and knick knacks, and some of the things were shuddersome and freighting. After we went through some more buildings we went to get some food which was really appetizing. Lastly it was time to leave which was hard because I had so much fun there.

As soon as she shut the door, she realizes Clemmie Sue never replaced the broken window on the passenger side. She automatically searches under the seat, finds a large black plastic trash bag, a roll of bright orange duct tape, and creates a makeshift window. While she sits there shivering, glances around, catches a glimpse of a tattered bath towel behind the driver’s seat, and grabs it. Instantly, she begins to remove the moisture from her dress, which clings to her like Saran Wrap. All too soon she discovers three Mother of Peal buttons missing from the front of her dress and her fancy bun no longer fancy and her yellow satin shoes satin encrusted with mud. Using the towel, she removes the thick mud from her shoes. Afterwards, she pulls a bent safety pin, a broken comb, and several rusty hairpins from her purse and begins to repair what the storm had torn

Awhile later, Clemmy Sue eased the Chevy into the entrance of Estelle Louise’s driveway, and stopped thirty feet from her mailbox.

Clemmy Sue Jarvis since birth has lived in the rural southern town, of Wrongberight. One lesson she has learned from her many years of living there is that after four days of intense rainstorms, the roadways without doubt, will transform into a never-ending, slip and slide. Nonetheless, late Saturday afternoon, on the third Saturday in June, she has no choice other than to lift her petite frame into the cab of her rusty Ford pickup and let the hand of fate decide her destiny. She would not be facing a conundrum like this if she had not spent all week plotting her clever ruse for this evening. Instead, she would be sitting in front of the fireplace eating cabbage and cornmeal dumplings and not heading south on Flat Bottom Road along the

Estelle Louise holds tight to Clemmie Sue as she tells her how she had to fight the storm and four feet of thick muddy water to reach the mailbox. She went on to explain how she lost her balance when she stooped to look inside it and did a face plant into the muck. For quite some time, she struggled to right herself. Afterwards, she just sat in the muck wiping the mud from her face, that’s when she saw the headlights of semi heading straight at her. With no place to go, fell backwards into the mud, held her breath, and prayed. When she finally sits upright, she sees Clemmie Sue driving away. By the time she climbs out of the muck she notices dancing flames around her home and hears Clemmie Sue’s chilling cries. She told her that she ran faster than she has ever run in her life, in order to reassure Clemmie everything is all

Clemmy Sue Jarvis a petite woman of sixty-three, has lived in the rural southern town, of Wrongberight her entire life. If given a choice, she would rather kiss Johnny Jackson’s jackass than venture out onto the roadways. Since, four days of intermittent rainstorms had transformed them into a never-ending, slip and slide. However, she had no choice. Therefore, around three in the afternoon, on the third Saturday in June, she eases her rusty Ford pickup out of her driveway. Moments later, she turns south on Flat Bottom Road and begins to follow it along the edge of the Dismal Swamp towards the isolated home of her dearest friend Estelle Louise.

Saturday afternoon , Sam and Colleen arrive at the hospital to visit Erika. Henry leaves to run some errands and give them alone time together . Erika's skin looks pale from her accident , her eyes and mouth wide open , she takes a deep breath every two minutes. Her mom Mrs. White sits in the chair next to her holding on to her hand as she cries. “ Is she gonna be OK?” “ I don't know , the doctors say she's in a state of shock , something scared her to where she is like this .” Sam goes up to Erika holding her hand . “ Erika its me Sam , we miss you , I miss you.” He gives her a kiss on the cheek and whispers in her ear. “ I'll get Scratch for this , even if it takes my last breath.”

"You guys are jerks, you know that?" Snow gushed its way into the breeze, targeting the Washington cabin that you and your friends resided in. You were standing next to Beth -- one of the Washington siblings that own the cabin. You released

“Mr. Absinthe, your rent has been due for 2 weeks. Your apartment is up for notice.” Alice Duperphork, the landlady, yells and slams on the door again. She knew he was in there, did he truly believe she was this senseless?

Remy Anderson’s footsteps echoed in the empty hallway as she climbed the stairs to her best friend’s apartment. The trek to the third floor was no easy feat considering that she was toting a duffel bag, a backpack, and a half-eaten pumpkin pie. Arriving at their apartment door, she rang the bell and waited in the dull glow of the gold chandelier.

To ward off boredom while she waits, Clemmy Sue slaps the earphones over her ears, turns the CD player to full volume, and closes her eyes and begins to sing along with Dolly Parton. In no time at all, she fell asleep and when she awoke twenty minutes later, she

Elise Davenport was not having a good night. Just the day before she put her whole career on the line thanks to a few glasses of champagne. Loose lips can sink ships, and they can obliterate your social status. So here she was, stumbling through Fairhaven Park in pitch blackness, looking for the cabin she rented. She'd just hung up the phone with her agent when she heard the rumbling growl come from beside her. Not a good night at all...

It was a cold December 10th morning, Mavis sat at her desk, looking over the case that was just set other desk, the court date was set for set for January 19th, nearly a month away. Mavis shuffled the case papers together and sighed, it was another of Zeref’s cases. “Lucy Heartfilia,” Mavis whispered as she looked over the papers, “The poor girl… She has been through a lot, why does Zeref have to put her through this…”

We got out of the car and the second I shut the door out came the Lopez family. She said to me “Theres no way in this entire world that I could do to repay you for raising this money to keep my family safe in a home that has secure walls and a door with a lock on it.” “Here i find myself thinking that if anyones life is going to be changed, its mine, and I'm so grateful for this opportunity” I replied. As the day goes on children from all over the community are coming over to the house begging us to play soccer with them, braid there hair, and take pictures with them. My heart was filled with so much joy Putting so much hard work into something and being able to say that not only did your hard work pay off for yourself, but it paid off for

She held the picture of Sam in her head. The white-hot center of her mind held the man immobile. Bewitchment. Sam stayed fixated, snared.