Creative Writing Narrative Writing

"Helga, Rhonda. My, My, what a pleasant suprise!" Ms. Heyerdahl answered the door, her accent thick. "Phoebe, didn't mention you gals was coming today."

The strawberry blonde sighed as she maneuvered through the bustling cafe, wanting nothing more than to go home and sleep for five to sixty years.

"Jared and I have been discussing your behavior the past several weeks and I think we've finally come to the conclusion that it's not working when we punish you."

I gathered together all of the paintings, and finally slipped on my dress, and a pair of white heels, i added a gold thick necklace. Then I heard a knock at the door. King went running and barking. I answered the door and there he was in a tux, he looked so so ? Handsome, I had wanted to touch since the minute I touched him to seen him the man of my dreams a local flower boy, seemed silly but hey he was cute.

Tara and I sat in the coffee shop, “How’s everything going? Still no leads or anything?”

"Why did you not heal yourself?" he asked, knowing full well that one of the perks for being a witch of the west was that water could heal almost any of her ailments. He was displeased to see that her translucent skin magnified the dark circles under her eyes.

I checked my phone, 3:26 am. Phil had stopped crying, but he still leaned with his head against my chest and my arms around him "Phil?" I asked, "can you please tell me what's wrong? I want to help you, but I can't do anything if I don't know what's wrong," he'd been avoiding the question all night, but he seemed to have calmed down and I thought now might be a good time to bring in up. He looked up at me with his green, blue eyes still wet from the tears "I thought me and Dan had something special" he said with no emotion is in his voice "I always thought we were more than friends but I guess I was wrong," he wiped the tears from his face and stood up.

She narrowed her eyes at me as if she didn’t believe my answer. “Remember what I told you the other day, people like him will take advantage of you in the blink of an eye. Watch your back at all times.”

Harry's eyes go wide for a split second. He starts laughing, "You've got to be kidding me." I stare at him, "Are you being serious?"

"No," Dean spits again. Unconsciously he grips his right forearm, scraping his thumbnail over the flesh. "Fuck, no. We been over this, Cas. Gonna find another way."

Cooper gets off on a guy’s willingness to suffering for him. He leans forward and bites Sebastian’s neck. “Deserve it for being a slut. I want it to hurt. Want to know you’ll feel it for days.”

She's pushing her way into his room, not giving him a chance to stop her. God, this girl is pushy but he loves her anyways. She's looking around his room and all of a sudden he's self conscious about how bare it is. Only a bed and a desk, it was obvious he never made himself at home. Why should he? He's a broken and dying man, there's no reason to call a place home if you won't stay there long. "So are you happy now?" He asks her, looking into her crimson eyes. They take his breath away every time. "You're always pushing me around all the time." He tells her, but she doesn't seem phased at all, keeping her smile on her face. "You're just gonna ignore what I want, huh?" Now she has a smirk on her face, a playful smirk.

“It…it is kind of like a year…that would be the best definition.” Why did I just explain it to her? What is wrong with me? Jade freezes. The first exchange between their people. Not a simple ‘question-answer’ conversation, but an actual exchange of knowledge. She is the very first to discover something about him and his people from him, willingly. He taught me a word. Jade soon smiles wide and then nods to him.

I jerked up from my bed to a sound I couldn’t quite remember; confused, I glanced to the right side of my bed, looking past the countless paintings on the wall such as The Starry Night and the Mona Lisa. These weren’t the real things, obviously, as both these paintings were located in museums such as the Museum of Modern Art and The Louvre. However, I happened to be a fan of art and had bought replicas of the paintings with my own pocket money; But that was not what I was focused on as I had focused my vision on the analog clock, though it was a tad foggy since there was dirt in my eyes, so I wasn’t able to check the time. I took the index finger and thumb of my right hand and

I slowly stuck my hand out to him as he curled his fingers around mine, engulfing my smaller hand in his large one. I slowly retracted my hand as he smirked at me,