Creative Writing: Welcome To Rosemont

Worried and stressed, we drove to Moody Gardens Hotel to ride out the storm. Our tension increased as we noticed that the water was rising rapidly. The sun was still brightly shining.

Casey stood on the veranda overlooking the gardens enjoying the quietness of the evening. The fragrance coming from the roses climbing up the columns wafted through the night air, their subtle perfume pleasing and familiar. She had cut her work back to part-time wanting to enjoy this pregnancy. She spent time working in the garden, taking long walks, and relaxing on the veranda.

She nearly slide out of her seat when the car came to a stop, she lifted her head and looked at the male. “Worn someone when you are going to break the car so damn sudden.” She shouted at him. “I could have been killed.” She rolled her eyes. She knew she really wasn’t going to die but she could get badly hurt. “Why did you stop anyways we aren’t…” She turned her head to look out the window, she cocked her head to the side. She arched her brow a little. “Now that’s something you don’t see every day.” She spoke aloud so every in the car could hear

Nor was it cold, a subdued warmth cast her gaze upward lingering clouds shielded her from a searing tropical sun. Elizabeth noted the sun’s position best she could through the clouds. Accustom to doing so on their farm a means by which she judged time. She didn’t know when the rain had stopped or how long since the ship capsized.

The smell of the leather upholstery came back and the cold from the steering wheel bit at Michaels' hands. He heard the leather creak as he turned to face his pregnant wife, and he noticed the stiffness of the padded seat caused by the cold. Michael blinked his eyes as he stared at Mary while reaching for the key to start the car. He was so intently focused on the moment, yet at the same time he wondered what the storm had been like so many years ago.

Eventually, I hear Andrea call from the dining area. “Dinner is ready! And Molly, may I have a word with you?” I’m shocked when I glance at the clock to see that two hours have passed. Talking with Josie came so easily and naturally, like I was catching up with an old friend. I hug Josie goodbye and thank her for her hard work on my newly styled hairdo. To some, it may have just looked like an uneven braid, but to me and Josie, my hair resembled that of a glamorous

Walking into the empty bar, the beautiful, new bartender with her auburn hair, big hazel eyes and a knock dead body smiled, and asked, ”How are you doing? You can call me, Ginger.”

“Just think about winter and you can cool off like that! Thinking about the heat is going to make you even more hotter.” you told her.

The evening was dusty and cool, something Vera Barlow knew by the way the sand and dust flew up in her face as the car screeched to a stop. She held her hat close to her head until their robot reached out to adjust it. Vera smiled.

It was a long day at work and Devlynn was running on lack of sleep. Getting into her Ford Focus she roared the engine to life and yawned, covering her mouth and leaned her head back into the seat. Blinking away the watery blurriness from her eye sight she opened her eyes wide before backing up out of her parking spot and making her way out of the parking lot.

“What are you all waiting for?” asks a woman passing by. “There’s a Demi Lovato concert tonight,” someone replies. The woman smiles, wishes us a good time and continues on her way, likely to lunch, as it is one o’clock in the afternoon.

The battered Civic moved on down the road, dense fog taking over more and more of the road. Bill couldn’t help but think that he should have never let Nadia get out. Should never have let her enter this strange world she didn’t understand. Maybe he should never have turned down this road to begin with. Could she have been right this whole time? Bill started started sweat as his vision lessened due to the fog. It started to seem that this fog would cover his whole world, that that was an inevitable fact. He then realized he had had enough, that no amount of

They stepped off of the bus, The branches of the tall trees rattled like bones in the wind. And now it was raining-a nasty, cold, stinging rain mixed with the wet leaves torn from the groaning trees.

“She’s very put together for a woman who’s been through what she’s been through,” Agent Lester commented, red painted nails clicking against her stained coffee mug. “I mean, most people are a weeping mess so soon after returning to society. She was in the hospital, what, a week?”

solid wall of rain racing straight down from the sky. Tree branches snapped under the weight