Creative Writing: Lucy Heartfilia's Cases

To begin with, Maria was a girl who got bullied almost every day. Maria’s bully name was Jawanna she was the biggest girl in the Maria’s grade. Maria’s best friend Jessica begged Maria to stand up for herself but she wasn’t brave enough yet. Even the teacher Ms. Mac millian told Maria a story to boost her up and raise herself of steam. Jawanna broke Maria’s stuff she even ate her lunch and Maria was just too scared of her. Finally Maria stood up for herself I guess Ms. Mac millian’s advice started to kick in. Maria tried to at least she told Jawanna she isn’t the boss of her any more. Jawanna got mad and pushed Maria but this time she got caught by the teacher.

After she stood up, Laila saw Zaman’s slumped figure. Needing to speak to him, she shouted, “Zaman.”

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.

Micah got to the house with the maid in panic. She ran up to him with a worried look on her face.

“Look at your friend, Maya,” Ms. Miller ordered, “She is clearly sorry. Will you forgive

After bandaging her hand, she threw on a clean blouse, buttoning it all the way to the collar. She grabbed the bloodstained letter from top of her dresser, using it as a dustpan to scoop the broken mirror into the bathroom trash can. Exhausted she closed the lid and sat on the toilet seat. She traced her name written on the front of the letter with her index finger. Shocked by the news of his senseless death, she had refused to open Marcum’s letter. Now she wondered what would have happened if she had said “yes” to his proposal. She wouldn’t be in this financial mess. She’d have a beautiful home and wouldn’t be facing life alone. She wouldn’t have to worry about how she was going to feed her children. She turned the envelope over. “I wonder if he left me any money?” She slipped her long fingernail into the corner of the envelope ready to tear it open—then

When the old grandfather clock struck 11:00pm Lydia knew, she had to start preparing. She quickly jumped off the bed to the loose floorboard in her room. In hast she pulled up the piece of wood to reveal a hidden trunk. She unlocked the trunk which displays dozens of shining silver swords of all sizes and a prized wooden bow, along with twenty matching silver arrows. She chose to only take the small dagger and her bow and arrow, she slowly crept through the hall managing to step on every creaking floorboard.

She put a slash of black ink over the 4th day of August on the calendar. She was worried. She was scared. Her name was Queen Adelina of France. The queen’s long blonde hair swayed from side to side as she walked to the window sill of the castle’s turret. She gazed over the great town of Alsace. In the distance, Queen Adelina noticed a black horse wandering among the vast planes. The queen was pacing around the turret, biting her fingernails. She peered down to the grand doors of the great castle of Alsace. Two stiff guards were standing at the door with a bow and arrow. Queen Adelina walked over to a bench and lit a candle. The queen heard a galloping horse outside the window. She leaped off the bench and her long, golden dress waved back and forth as she walked to the window. King Baldric of the French was riding to the castle on his golden

“What the hell? So I’m expected to sweep in there and fuck my mate before Zadicus discovers us?” Several of the females turned bright red. Well, they deserved to blush for even thinking that he should treat Tessa in such a manner.

She put her ear on the door and, not hearing a sound, she decided to take a chance and slowly turn the handle, pushing the door open. Taking a glance, she saw Barry sitting on the bed’s cover, wide awake, his face pointing toward the door while it didn’t look like his eyes were seeing anything.

“FOR WHAT?! So people won’t know about your fake love. You’re such a phony. I would make you leave, but it’s all your fault. He would still be alive if it weren’t for you. Is that your way to show your love?”

The giant, ravenous beast roared loudly, scaring the flying, hungry birds from their nests. The great beast, while quite intimidating and horrendous, only wanted to be loved by his insane, screeching aunt. His aunt, who was perceived to be lovely, was not. She was very loud and didn’t have much of a heart. The aunt, whose name is Gertrude, was quite mean to the beast and told him often, that nobody would ever like him, due to him being seen as gigantic, furry, smelly, old cockatoo. He might have been a gigantic, furry, smelly, old cockatoo, yet, he was one of the cordial creatures in all of the land.

Please, don’t give up on us.” Michael spoke walking over to where Alison was standing, placing his hand on the side of her face he used his thumbs to clean the ears from the corner of her eyes. “I love you Alison Amelia Jamison and I’m not going to let you push me away. Do you understand me?” Michael’s words hit Alison like they had never hit her before. Stumbling back a little to get away from him. Alison took in a deep breathe, she loved him, but sometimes giving up on them was the only way she’s ever get out of his town. “I love you, too, but this is for the best. You need to see that. I’m sorry Michael, but you’ve got to let me go.” Alison spoke as she turned away from him completely, giving up was her only option she knew that. --- “AND SCENE.” the female voice spoke as she stood up from the table. Pressing the button on the remote she paused the recording. “Wow, that was amazing. Miss..” the woman stopped for a second as she looked down at the resume in front of her. “Miss Landry, I’ve honestly not seen anything like that all day. There was so much raw emotion, so much pain in your voice the way that you looked at him. It was amazing. Now, I ain’t saying you’ve got the part cause you know how this works, but….” the woman stopped again before parting her lips again. “Just be expecting a call back, I can say that. Thank you. “ the woman spoke as she looked at the other men around her whom all

Evie kept his eye all throughout Mr. Chase's opening lines, as he turned her own opening against her. It was far harder than she thought for while Evie was no stranger to looking into a man's eyes, Mr. Chase's were positively terrifying. One of the things that made Evie a fantastic escort was her ability to fall into the emotions, the feelings that her clients desired to see in her. It was something like being a chameleon, she often thought, only instead of color she matched what her client wanted Evie to feel and how he wanted her to react. It was why she had taken a full course of treatment between clients last time, needing quiet and careful therapy to bring her back to her base mental state. The client's needs from her had been so mentally

Cutting through the empty, snow covered streets resembling a shark’s fin through water; reflections from street lights and the slick, wet road bounced off the midnight black car. Dark tinted windows hid the identity of the occupant to passersby, blending with the exterior to provide a picture of a sleek dark bullet speeding by. Dahlia longed to open the car up to hear the engine roar and echo off the building fronts, but reined in the temptation. Listening to the dirty, deep sound of her finely tuned engine always gave her a powerful feeling of satisfaction. Sadly with the snow storm that had blew in, best to keep it at a low purr, disappointedly musing to herself.