Creative Writing: Estelle Louise's Home

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

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

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…”

Marissa had been staying at Makayla's house for a little while. One night they got bored and decided to give Ben Dover and John Smith a call. Ben Dover suggested they meet up at the Coffee Queen. It was around two o'clock in the morning. Ben Dover got up to go fetch his phone which he left in the bathroom stall. When he came out Makayla was missing and the power had gone out. Everyone was freaking out. There was a note on the table saying,” Can you find her?” It had a picture of a red cross.

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...

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 an inaudible sigh before resting your elbows on the window sill, focusing on the leaves that were blanketed within the snowstorm. You could practically feel Beth squint as you applied more pressure on the wooden sill, making it creak with age.

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

Addison acknowledged the spoken truth with a simple nod. “Fair enough, you did. I suppose we know what’s for supper tomorrow.”

Surely people do not drink orange juice with every meal. Yet every time I asked Pierre what he liked to drink he responded with the same delicate Floridian fruit: “orange”. I embraced Pierre’s unique preference of beverage by leaving a carton of orange juice at the table, which he delightfully indulged upon during breakfast, lunch , and dinner. After two weeks, Pierre and his abundance of vitamin C made their way back to southern France. Housing a foreign exchange student gave me a glimpse into the life of an adolescent elsewhere in the world.

Dave, Lizzy’s boyfriend, came to pick up her belongings. He arrived at 8 AM with a box of Dunkin Donuts and three cups of coffee for our breakfast. After sitting on the dining table and munching our donuts, we were ready to load Lizzy’s belonging to his car.

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.

For my trip to Louisiana I would bring along two of my friends. I would bring along Granddaddy Cain, because on car rides it is better to have Quality Company than to have quantity in company. One quality of his that I admire is that he is described as “tall and quiet like a king” (Bambara, 67). This quality is repeated twice in the story and is inferred from the description of his large hands. Another good quality is his manners in which he deals with the two men. He starts out nice and welcomes both men “like he’d invited them to play cards and they’d stay too long” (68). After Cathy describes how his coworkers would describe him granddaddy Cain. He then gives the two men a reason to leave by swatting at their camera and makes it hit the

Piliar then went inside to eat lunch, thinking she would discuss this map incident with Ruben later. By the time she reached there, Ruben has already spilled the beans about the map.

“It didn’t used to be this dreary, I swear to you it didn’t.”, she said this to the confused boy with a solemn look in her eye. It was as if she was looking for familiarity in the off white walls and the cold blank stares of the people around her.

The forest behind Aiden's house were thick, and stretched on for miles. Tall pines, maples, and oaks reached up from the ground, their green and scarlet tipped fingers scraping the sky. Green-gold morning light filtered through the dense canopy above his head, and a few early fallen leaves crunched beneath his feet. A lazy stream trickled its way through the tangle of roots and heavy underbrush, gurgling softly as it went; the scales of small fish flashing below its crystal surface.