Creative Writing: Nellie

“No, you can't make me come with you. I don’t want to face it,” Genevieve screamed.

An hour later, Sarah joined Painted Girl in the kitchen. Sarah’s suitcases towered over Painted Girl’s, ready to be loaded into the car.

Bailey knew that teasing Calahan the way that she was would send him over the edge. Teasing was something that Bailey was a master at including when it came to making him want her. After all the fights and all the tension between them everything felt like it was back to the way it had been. Bailey had missed days likes this where they would both just tease each other and then fuck for hours. Pressing her lips to his she bit down on his lip harder than before tugging. “I'd disagree, but then that would be a lie. I've been bad. What are you going to do about it?” Bailey spoke linking her hand together with his as he did the same. Parting her lips she felt him press his cock against her rubbing her clit and up and down her pussy as she whimpered. Her body ached even more for him to be inside of her, for him to make her scream his name like he had done hours earlier.

I hope all is well on your end! I wanted to touch base with you to see if you were still looking to enroll at William Peace University in the Fall. We still have you in defer status, but our Financial Aid Office noticed that you have not completed the FAFSA. If you are planning to complete the FAFSA soon, I can certainly notify our Financial Aid team.

Long long ago in a house, where rumors were heard of a demon killing innocent souls there lived a man named Matthew. Matthew was a single man but, he had the biggest crush on a girl named Leanna. She never really paid any attention to matthew due to the fact he lived in a dark house up on wurdack hill. It was a creepy castle that was built there long ago. Leanna was a girl who never really was a fan of scary things. Infact every time she would walk past there was a beep in her left ear for some reason. She

Jim then left his spot at the computer and went to put on his white lab coat before he ushered over to a storage closet in search of an apron.

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

1101- Already renewed her lease. Resident is requesting vinyl and carpet in bedrooms. Please let me know by what day can you walk this apartment?

Snow gushed its way into the breeze, targeting the Washington cabin that you and your friends resided in. You were standing next to Beth -- one of the Washington siblings that own the cabin. You released an inaudible sigh before resting your elbows on the window sill, focusing on the leaves that were blanketed within the snowstorm. You could practically feel Beth squint as you applied more pressure on the wooden sill, making it creak with age.

I don't like the White Elephant gift exchange at all, and this is the fourth year Vicki has had it. If I do bring anything, it might be a box of golf balls. UGH!

Remy Anderson’s footsteps echoed in the empty hallway as she climbed the stairs to her best friend’s apartment. The trek to the third floor was no easy feat considering that she was toting a duffel bag, a backpack, and a half-eaten pumpkin pie. Arriving at their apartment door, she rang the bell and waited in the dull glow of the gold chandelier.

Looking for a welcoming house where you can hear the man and women crying in distress from the exterior of the house? Well you've come to the right place. At 230 2nd St, Fall River, MA 02721. This is a house that will make you shudder from the agonizing feel of this house. From the luscious green yard that kept a forsaken murderer behind the fence. Plus the sidewalk next to this house tells a strange story that you've never heard before… And possibly never hear again. A bonus for this house is the gory smells of rotting bodies and metal will make you vomit. You can smell it from two blocks away. No one will want to come to this gory house.

Bailey is short and tiny like me. She is a Beagle-Black Lab mix. She has the hyperness and the height of a beagle and the color and loyalty of a Labrador. She is only about 35 pounds, about 1½ feet from the floor to her head, and three years old. She is all black except for her chest and the tips of her paws. We call her Trouble, Barkley, Little Dog, Midnight, and other things. She is a package of trouble, smart, and love.This little thing plays and chases and sometimes run faster than lightning. So with all this combined with nobody watching, she is worse than an outlaw. We received her from a friend at my mom’s old work in Overland Park.

Upset I was, a dreadful mid Monday sitting in a feeling of peculiarness and hot boiling room while sitting in my pink pajamas and warm room, staring at the dust particles, you usually see when you’ve just dusted, float around with a comforting sound of the gentle birds chirping. With everything it was like I had been a mime for about four days of my life, except I did not have the white face paint or a funny french hat, I just could not bear to stay in that awful home of mine. The feelings I had were like a million to one I had felt like my thoughts were literally racing as if they were on a Nascar track. From the time I felt like I had been in silence for long, I was mentally in another blank world, but there are things

I slowly descended the stairs to the cool basement where the last of the victims currently resided, imagining what sickening horrors awaited me at the bottom. I was greeted with a gruesome sight.