Creative Writing: Lelia's Suicide

I dropped down next to him and later my head on his shoulder. “He was a strong, handsome little boy,” Sam whispered into the night, “he didn't deserve to go like that. He should grown up, gotten out of this place, and made a better life. He should've had better… he should've had better.” As he spoke my eyes grew damp.

Samael's eyes too filled with tears, but they weren't tears of sadness or even pain, but of joy. He smiled widely, a trembling hand lifting to gently caress Amaimon's cheek, brushing away his own tears. He knew it must have surprised his brother, especially considering the way he cried so suddenly. He could see an immeasurable amount of guilt in his mate's gaze and he knew it tore him asunder. It hurt, it did, but it didn't matter, being with Amaimon like this mattered. Over The last few months together Samael had learned once again how to read his brother's emotions easily and he knew just by looking up at him and that guilt that just as he had the earth King had imagined this. He'd thought of this too, but slower, gently, just like the time

Gentle hands caressed my face, and I slowly opened my eyes. Hester Prynne's eyes were sparkled with crystal tears, and I moved to sit up and wipe them away, but she pushed me back down.

Small towns can lead to many bad rumors that aren't true, trust me, I would know. After Tom Robinson's trial, about a black man raping a white woman, some trouble stirred up here in Maycomb County. Bob Ewell, a very racist man, spit in Atticus's face for defending a black man, it's a good thing that Atticus, Tom Robinson’s lawyer, kept his cool, who knows what he would've done. This town has been having so many troubles lately, with the snowy winter and then Tom being convicted then killed. Everyone thought that I was scary and a complete myth, but it was almost time for them all to know the truth. I had been watching out for the kids, they'd been getting into a lot of trouble lately, but I was there to watch out for anything that happened.

As the dust settled in the barn following Manley’s departure, a sick reality fell upon Hulga’s mind: she had to find a way to exit the barn with only one leg to work with. She began brainstorming ideas for her escape, but none seemed reasonable considering the circumstances. After hours of contemplation, she decided that the safest option was to spend the night in the barn and make her flight the following day.

She'd reacted as hoped, and when her second hand lay over his, he felt the compassion and sympathy in that touch. "Thank you, Mirella." He'd whispered, with lips trembling, before he managed to shake off the memories of his lost beloved, and continued. Pickett's gaze didn't leave the young woman's for a second, and neither did his brain stop ticking. The man was curious to see her reaction to his revelation, expecting it to be dramatic, and he wasn't in the least

When Lelia got her first glance of Owen, her mouth dropped open, and her flirtatious eyes widened, followed by an exaggerated, methodical blink. Her feet felt as if they were glued to the shiny tiled floor as she stopped, paralyzed in awe with no chance to compose herself. However she snapped out of her trance when she heard a decidedly familiar voice say, “Lelia Elizabeth Russell, what are you doing downstreet?”

As a result of the towns gossiping, Miss. Emily Grierson felt betrayed by Homer Barron, her sweetheart, and would ultimately commit a horrendous act because of the strong emotions the gossip caused. “We had said,

The narrator's dialogue reveals that he cares about this female and wants to have a thorough discussion about a life changing event instead of just sending his loved one out into the world uninformed. “Why they gave up is probably why you shouldn’t be going.” In trying to make his partner see reason he brings up the harshness of reality. He tries to explain the flipside of her argument, make it obvious that she hasn’t done extensive research on the topic. He approaches the discussion from a realistic perspective. Wanting to know the reasons why someone would quit, he doesn’t want to send his partner out on her own just for kicks and giggles with no prior knowledge about the journey. “What about my responsibilities, your responsibilities too?”

As much as Richard's had not remained celibate between the years lost with Lexi, he'd known intuitively that she would have also have had other suitors and lovers. However that fact, let alone of the details of Lexi's experiences with other men, how many and who, was a matter that the Hacker had long attempted to push the back of his mind to stave off jealousy, or provide him a reason not to have mustered up the courage to attempt to reunite with her. Rejection, he could have dealt with, but not the humiliation of being forgotten, or passed over for another,.

Thunder rumbled overhead as the funeral procession slowly made their way to the cemetery. The sky grew more ominous as rain drops started to fall. They splattered rhythmically on windshields of the cars that were part of this heart rendering day.

She flatlined. I stepped back from the table in agony. “No! No no.. No not her” I cried as my lip quivered. I started to massage the heart hoping for something, anything.

Next thing you know I am thrown in the side of Thalia’s bag with a bunch of annoying and loud skinny pencils! I try to stay calm and hope that when Leila gets back she’ll spot me. Thalia leaves and about 45 minutes pass, finally all the girls return from their mysterious activities. I see Leila walk back to her locker hoping she can see me, she opens in and her face goes white…”Where are my earring oh my god, what am I gonna do?” I watch Thalia walk up to her with not an ounce of guilt on her face, what a snake is what I thought to myself. She tells Leila, “Don’t worry I’m sure they will turn up soon!”, I start looking for ways that I can catch Leila’s attention. I notice Thalia’s bag is on the ground directly under the light, I thought

The dead man’s face was contorted and twisted with horror. His mouth was wide open and formed a large O-shape. There were a few bruises on his arms and legs, but there was no blood at all. It was obvious that he had been struggling before he died. The cause of his death was still unclear.

“Thank you, I promise to hurry back. You can take it out of my allowance,” Justin said, watching his mother’s strange behavior and thought her concern was for his safety if he went back to the old man’s house.