Creative Writing: Strangers In The Dumpster

“Hey Isaac!” My, mom called to me, “Why don’t you go over to Ian’s house?”

Sophia: omg! He just texted, Brock – o – lee just texted, he’s my life’s work! He’s like …. the Ketut to my Rhonda, just look at how god – dam – sexy, he is! (does some weird slurpy thing with her mouth)

home talks to Dally on the phone and tells the Greasers, "It was Dally. He phoned from a booth.

Helga hung up without another word. Gloria paced her room wondering how she could handle things. She got her purse and found the number for Albert Giordano. She would need another favor.

‘Hey Holden!,’ it read, ‘’Haven’t heard from you in ages! I’m doing okay, I guess. I still live at home, but my mom and my stepdad are separated now so it’s not that bad anymore. How are

Katy meets with Gilbert down at the courthouse and sign documents with him and they hand them in to get stamped with photographers and their parents nearby. Their document is stamped with a void and a different document is put in an envelope and passed to Gilbert. He puts it in his pocket and tries to kiss Katy, but she quickly stepped away from him in fear.

”Oh, yea, I meant to tell you that I gave her your number the other day.” He paused, feeling bad for forgetting to mention it. “She’s been looking for a second home here in the city, and is in the process of deciding in one of them. When she saw my business card the other day, she asked where I had taken the picture. l had to mention your name, although, l never thought she would actually call you.” He understood that Geraldine was not an easy person to please.

Ludwig looked absolutely pissed. That was the first thing Arthur noticed as the blonde stalked down the halls, hair down for once, clothes askew, and such a strong irritation on his face that Arthur couldn’t help but snort to himself. It looked like someone had gotten up on the wrong side of the bed, Ludwig never let his appearance be thrown together like that. The next thing Arthur noticed, however, was a little more interesting. A small statured man with silver hair, whose head only came to Ludwig’s shoulder, was hanging onto the blonde’s arm, a large grin on his lips. Now who the hell was that? It wasn’t like the Brit had seen him around school before, and Ludwig certainly hadn’t mentioned him.

By nightfall they had finished all of the burials. It was depressing to see how many people were dead, even more so knowing that wasn’t the majority of them. Several times throughout the day new carcasses were dumped carelessly on the dwindling pile, just adding another hole to dig.

“Send her back. Try pretending to work and file those papers.” A deep voice replies from an office in the back. Laughing at Ellie’s expression the officer opens the gate; blushing Ellie walks through and heads in the direction of the voice.

Eugene looked to the back of the line, and carefully looked all around before asking, “What's up, Gilroy?”

“You cut you’re beautiful, long hair after your return. Mom thought you were in protesting the war, but I saw you two. I knew the real reason you cut the longest blond braid in the neighborhood.”

“Hi Tony, I’m Elizabeth, I know today is pretty overwhelming. Do you have any questions?”

Gloria: “And I--I--I have a feeling like you're just going to sit there and let me stew in it and I” (heh) I (heh, heh)” want more. (a seconds pause)” I want you to help me get rid of my guilt feeling. If I can get rid of my guilt feeling about lying, or going to bed with a single man, any of that, just so I can feel more comfortable. “

“You have reached the voicemail box of…. It 's Jennifer Kinnsela, please leave a voicemail. Thanks!”