Creative Writing: Grillby's Narrative

I growled at it and bared my fangs. "Would you fucking stop that? I'm hurrying, I'm hurrying. Damn, I know we're hungry," I grumbled as I climbed off of the man.

He gave a snort of surprise, reached for a piece of fish and moved his fingers back from the hot rock. She repeated the steps of emptying out a wet bowl and scraping the fish loose for him.

“Too bad we were interrupted.” He reached for his shirt, pulling it over his head.

Percival hopped up from bed, marched to the door, and flung it open wide. "What?" he barked, as Gwaine stood there, a sheepish look on his face, holding a jug of ale and a huge half ham tucked under his arm.

Sunshine was pouring out from in between the buildings, casting shadows all around Ponyboy and the gang as they walked to Pony’s school. They were taking their time walking down the streets and for the first time they all were really seeing what was all around them. Memories were surfacing in their minds showing them what it all meant to them. With every step they took on the sidewalk they remembered a different memory as if they were walking down memory lane. Ponyboy didn’t think it was possible for him to be walking down this street for the last time as a high school student, but he had gone through the years with great grades that earned him many scholarships.

I comfortably drive my car into the desolate street, Perusing the deserted buildings, Smashes windows and rusted For Sale signs. The car locked up like Fort Knox. I observe the street for trouble. Two young boys look at me from afar as if I'm an alien. Do I stand out that much same greasy hair, expensive clothes, a smart car I suppose I am out of my comfort zone? “Mister, you don’t belong here” his hand gripped his switch. “Pony.... Ponyboy Curtis” I stammer “I live here or at least I did, I'm here to see two-bit’ The Boys turn around “geez his old now” the boy's chirp. The boys stroll away in awe that they saw the great Ponyboy.

The driver, Cecilia Blair, of vehicle 1 was traveling north through the intersection of N. State St. and Flint St. when she had a collision with vehicle 2. The driver, Jacqueline Muir, of vehicle 2 was heading west on Flint St. when she was struck by vehicle 1.

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”

BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!  The slimy, pink puke squirted all over the house and started flooding the house. It was still squirting and it never stopped!

Boom! The chef set off a big fire. My mom, my sister, and I were in the hibachi place Sakura. The chef was setting up the grill. I felt like the happiest person in the world. I have never been to a place like this before; I was wondering how good the steak was going to be.

Interviewer:Thank you for actually coming here Randy. I heard you were once apart of the socs what happened.

Long, long ago flamingos were sick of blending in. They were originally white as snow until three wise flamingos decided to go on a journey to find their special color. PINK!!!!

Tom’s frightened faced filled the twenty-six-inch screen, his panicked gaze frantically flitting from left to right. Suddenly, his eyes bulged, a look of shock replacing his fearful expression. “DENNIS, DON’T!” he screamed.

Donovan gazed out over the dusky ground. His green eyes darted around looking for any signs of movement. A dry hot breeze hit his rugged cheeks. It was a sensation he was used to. The desert winds were kisses he had loathed and yet, was as familiar as a lover’s embrace. Every night rolled on the same. The odd trader with their beast of burden mewling in the dark. The rank smell of cow excrement tainted the seemingly desolate air. Scrub brush swayed lazily.

Every word, every touch, every single thing he did only fueled her more. Harper was intensely surprised to be so wet and so needing, she was never like this even with Steve. Still, he was a far away name in the back of her mind that had shut off because all she could comprehend was this moment with the ever delectable and even more mysterious Hawthorne Tisch. She wanted him though. She was so ready for it, she needed it so bad. For months, she needed this release. She got one from all the spanks he gave to her dripping pussy; that orgasm was a very necessary one but all it did was make her want more.