Creative Writing: Mrs. Adelaide Contessa Franchesca Thermopolies

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

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…”

Victoria Alice Layman flows nicely doesn’t it? Well, my parents thought that it did too. I would love to be able to tell you that I was named after my grandmother or an aunt or uncle, but that’s not completely true. Leatha Alice was by mother’s beloved grandmother’s name. They loved her middle name but know they needed a first name for their new little girl. There was only one name in mind Victoria. But what about a nickname everybody had one well I had several.

Hello! My name is Emrys Sammons. I currently go to steller secondary, a small alternitive school baised on responsible freedom. I am enjoying the class so far and am looking foward to future projects. my favorate color is green and my favorate food is spegiti and meatballs. I read, just not very

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

Alexandria James' life seemed perfect in every way. She had a handsome, funny, successful, charming, and loving boyfriend. She was 3 months pregnant with twins. She lived in a beautiful, Victorian style house in a wonderful neighborhood. From the outside looking in everything seemed flawless and she looked happy but she wasn't. Her supposedly wonderful boyfriend was abusive both emotionally and physically. One day he comes home drunk in be middle of the day and starts an argument. The neighbors hear them arguing and lots of crashes and call the police.

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.

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

Autumn sunshine warmed the day to a gentle twenty degrees and silvery paths of light wove through the canopy of russet leaves that crowned the Tree of the Dead. Giant boughs of the hundred-year-old plane tree rustled in the breeze, dancing to the melodic strains of the Celtic Farewell.

The crowd gazed at the green-skinned woman in silent horror. She had already gone around terrorizing everyone in the square. Vella and Shay heard Oz whisper something to Glinda. The woman whipped around and looked at him.

If there was one visual memory that had stuck with Richard through the last years, it was the natural grace of Alexandria's movements, evident again now as she undressed to reveal her body. That latter, he'd also been unable to forget, and Lexi's figure appeared the same to him now as it had back then. Perfect. Slivers of light hit her skin, accentuating the shadows of the hidden beneath panties and bra, and the sight had the man erect before she'd returned to his embrace. "I'll ensure sure it is."

When Sarah detained in Nauru, for 2 days, she didn't eat anything. She mourned for 2 days because the incident that happened in the ocean grieved her heart, for she considered how her brother lost. Shaza said to Sarah, "I lost my son, and I don't want to lose you also."

Until today, I remembered my visits to Mrs. Burnage's house fondly. The neighborhood I lived in was small, with only ten houses on the whole street. Each house was placed far apart with everyone having at least three acres of property. Our house was at one end of the road, and Mrs. Burnage's was at the other.

Kestrel stood silent to the side of the clearing as her mahma swayed in the dance circle. She could not yet take part in dream dances. For the elders felt until the young of the clans completed their Recerca and bonded with their spiritual mentor there was too great a chance to lose themselves in the warp and weft of the visions. Still she often caught a snatch here or there of her mahma’s practice, never enough to bring the dream visions, but as of late she noticed strange swirls of colors or something that spun with Moira’s movements. Swirls that beckoned her to explore deeper. She blinked and stepped back a bit just as her mahma opened her eyes and stood still.

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.