Creative Writing: Granny Phin's Home

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.

“Heaven’s to Betsy Olivia! Where did you leave your shoes?” Aunt Vonnie chimes as she notices my entrance. With an incoherent mumble, her eyes playfully scorn me as she uncovers the tin-foiled

Knocking on the door and it opens I see a woman and exchange glances. She thinks I am my mom but I tell her that I am her daughter and introduce myself, “My name is Kit Tyler and I am your sister's daughter. I have heard of you but I have never met you in person. Aunt Rachel brought me in shouting, “Matthew, Girls Come I have a surprise for you.” Seeing my Uncle and cousins for the first time was very exciting my cousin’s names are Judith and Mercy. Quickly noticing how interested they were in all my trunks of clothing. I opened them up to let them see what was

Judy Jones’ cruelty was explicitly revealed through her selfishness, wilfulness and impulse-driven behavior. She was always trifling with others’ affection. When she was interested in a man, she did not hesitate to take advantage of her charm to achieve her goal - making him crazily love her. Nevertheless, once losing the excitement, she mercilessly kicked the guy out of her current life and looked for a new delight. Her wickedness, however, did not stop at the “new one in, old one out” attitude towards love. When the miserable neglected man gradually forgot her and was about to start a new life, she tried to draw his attention back by “granting him a brief honeyed hour, which encouraged him to tag along for a year or so longer”, then left him, hurt him again, and of course, non-stop looked for another

“All she ever did was tend her garden and talk about how in love with dad she had been. Ironically, her favorite line of sweet talk from him was, 'I love you. Everyday, and twice on Sundays.' It was sickening.”

“Sit down! Do not stand on furniture” “Stop running through the house” these are just a couple of things you’ll hear when you step into my house. My family isn’t what you’d call normal at all; we are a very facetious. You can’t say I didn’t warn you, so take a jacket and join the crew.

When they reach Estelle Louise’s driveway, Clemmy Sue eased the Ford into the entrance, and stopped thirty feet from her mailbox.

Duke had had a few women back in the East; a couple of them serious girlfriends, but mostly just flings, or a floozy who could provide him with somewhere to live. The thief was a man who hated commitment, whether it was to a woman, or a lease on his own apartment, and if he could take advantage of someone else's hospitality, he would. It wasn't as if any of the women actually cared much about his infidelities; with the exception of Amy, his second before last, who was still probably hunting for him with a kitchen knife in hand. Cheating and lying was a way of life back home, and the girls were nothing but a little fun who'd used him for his contacts, and took advantage of his generosity, as much as he did they for their bodies and appearance. And that's pretty much all they possessed; good looks. Each had been

This is Mrs. Adelaide Contessa Franchesca Thermopolies. Or you can just call her Addie T. for short. Addie T. is just like you and me in most ways.

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.

My aunt’s family lives in Chicago, a big city in America. My step mother owned an apartment by the South Western Hotel. I hated where we were, all you could hear the hammering, the clonking of cars and the loud whistles of ships. Aunt Margrett told me she was leaving to America her mother just died and she is attending the funeral, but she is moving there, we are going on a large ship, possibly the Mauretania. The largest ship in the world, longer than 2 football fields and weighing more than 30,000 tons! “Abigail, we are leaving tomorrow , is everything packed?” yelled Aunt Margrett. “We have everything.” I said, “What do you mean we, your brothers and sisters aren’t going, I can’t afford that.” said Aunt Margrett. There was a long pause of

What would it be like to live this way? Arthur wondered as he lay on the narrow bed in Guinevere's tiny home.

Going back to the beautiful huge rock

Robert was cleaning out his Grandmother’s house after she had passed away. In the back corner of the garage he found the most beautiful picture he had ever seen in what he believed to be the ugliest frame in the world. He recognised it as one that used to hang in the living room. The frame was intricately carved with golden inlay’s and patterns surrounding it. Robert had liked the picture once but as soon as his Grandfather died the picture disappeared and he thought no more about it. After looking at it for a few minutes the picture was placed on the charity pile.

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.