Rhiannon: A Narrative Fiction

1. Explanation: She was determined in tricking the towns people into thinking she was innocent when really she was the one causing all of the trouble.

(This is too much information for one paragraph but it has been left like this to emphasise to you that whatever you choose to write about her physical appearance should all be together in one paragraph.)

“No need to stare, young one. You’ve never paid this close of attention to my born form.” I glanced up to see his chapped lips pulled up in a devilish smile. Raspy laughter could barely be heard, the only way to truly tell the subtle noise was coming from the man before me was the slight shake of his shoulders. I clasped my hands beneath the table, trying to find some way to begin the conversation we were to have.

He walked very slowly, making sure to look at everything in his path, to his mom. He noticed a little girl standing by the edge of the boat. “Mother can I go over there?” pointing over to where the girl was standing.

With the feeling of extreme terror, she runs out of the car looking for help. As she is racing as fast as she can, she thinks about running up the stairs trying to help her mom.

She turns to see a very realistic looking rat. She screams in fear and calls her husband.

Connie slit her eyes at him and turned away, but she couldn’t help glancing back and

"Yes, I know sweetie thats why I'm running!" She turned toward him grabbing his hand as he stopped to look around the room. "Come on!" she yelled, throwing open the doors to reveal that they were parralel to the ground. They crawled out snapping the doors shut behind

The lashes on his eyes stretch out miles upon miles upon miles, and she can’t help herself, so she reach up and trace her finger along the edge of his chin, catching the edge of the smooth incline of his face.

“No – wait – I can explain!” he cries, eyes wide with worry. He attempts to run after her but she ignores him as she slips away into the crowded streets. He searches briefly, but to no avail.

“Ryan.” Laurie called the man’s name, hoping he would help her with something. She had expected to hear his foot steps but instead heard a muffled, rough voice say ‘Yes dear?’ before he walked in the room. “Ryan!” She stood up and hugged him.

As Jack drove through the streets of outer city Melbourne, he couldn’t help but notice that Phryne had barely said a word since pulling away from the Stanton Manor. He couldn’t be sure as to what was plaguing her, but he inferred that it would either be about Lord Stanton hiding something from them, as Jack was thinking or was concerned about her daughters. Jack glanced over to Phryne and he felt like he needed to do something. He wanted to reach across the invisible boundary and take her hand in his. He knew it wasn’t much in the mind of comfort, but he knew that sometimes a held hand was all that was needed.

He had dark hair, which was slicked back, exposing his forehead. He rolled a piece of paper in his fingers – about the size of a chewing gum wrapper. He wore eyeliner; just a little, drawing you to look into his eyes. Oh, his eyes. They were darker than his hair, but not quite black. I stared at them a little while longer. It was something about them which made them look as if he was looking at me. He wouldn’t look at me though. I’m plain Jane, or I might as well be, with my hair the colour you are never sure is blonde or brown, and my eyes, a blue grey. I blinked. He was stood in front of me, his hand hesitantly rubbing my forearm.

golden hair and bright blue eyes; his daughter, Eva, is much the same, with the same golden hair and

Up-close, he can see the red flushing her face - due, mostly, to the drink she’s holding - and the drips of sweat that gives her a soft glow. Her hair is messy and she stares at him, bright eyed and a faint smile on her lips. He swallows - she is pretty, and it almost leave him breathless - and smiles