Shelly: A Fictional Narrative

“-but the one most responsive to change.” She smiles her approval and it feels as if I’m back in school. Her eyes are carefully scanning my face as she says her next words. “What do you think happened when we moved into

It wasn't until Ashley pointed out a light down the road did we start to notice the sound of barking. I was so nervous that it was a guard dog to notice Abby escaping my grip. She was running to the light, hollering at the top of her lungs, 'puppy'.

“Mom, just relax. Everything is okay; it isn’t what it seems. I’ll explain from the very beginning.”

“Of course.” I go on to tell him about Maria. “You have to go tell her that you have everything settled, so now you can get married.”

This is the time my best friend died. It’s sad for me, so please (and I don’t use this word often) don’t talk about it. It’s a little hazy, so this is all I remember.

During morning combat training with the other knights, Perceval was so distracted by his anxiety over asking Will for Joan’s hand in marriage that one of the prospective knights landed a solid mace blow to Perceval’s gut. Perceval stood on the field and shook off the blow with a laugh as if it was nothing, but now, standing in his chambers with a cold cloth pressed against his bruised abdomen, he felt even more nauseated. Now he had to contend with an injury and Joan’s father. This was going to be a rough day.

"Shame. I could always kidnap you and keep you in mine." Tony waggled his eyebrows and Steve laughed. "You know, when you smile, it's like the sun comes out."

"I uh, I lied. A lot." Rose says as she grabs at guns. "For starters Steve's not my boyfriend- he's Captain America. And I'm not an accountant- I'll explain it all later just get in the car!" Steve has his shield on one arm, guns placed strategically on his person- as does Rose. Rose glances toward him as she loads one last gun, "Steve do me a favor."

“He’s right. I called you in on this case because I knew you’d want to be a part of it. Was I right?” Scotty questioned.

"Not really, at least I don't think so. I can't seem to remember if I was or not. Yet, I have a feeling that maybe I should be." I replied, and he continued to smile.

"Hey, Sarah," Melody's mother said. "You can stay with us for as long as you need to."

I really liked Cara as the narrator and protagonist, her point of view on certain events was really refreshing throughout the story. She is one of my favorite kinds of heroines, and that is because she is intelligent but also makes mistakes just like everyone else – but when she makes those mistakes, she analyzes what she did wrong and how to fix it. I love it when a main character is capable of realizing their mistakes and thinking through things in a logical manner, in my opinion, it is so much better than the typical “Mary Sue” who makes no mistakes at all. Cara is also very caring, which we get to see in the way she obsessively tries to help her friends and the other people around her. Another one of my favorite things about Cara, and

I see my twin Amy reading another book which isn’t surprising since she always reads. I haven’t messed with Amy in awhile so I feel like now would be a good time to strike. I lean over the back of her chair and rip the book from her hands. She tries chasing me but I quickly turn into the bathroom and lock it. She knows she can unlock the door with a knife, but thankfully I learned I can wedge the bathroom door shut.

“Oh yes, I promise I’ll take care of him.” the daughter said with a relief.

Mary Wollstonecraft Shelly was a novelist, dramatist, and short story writer. Mary Wollstonecraft Shelly is one of the best writers of all time and is best known for her novel Frankenstein.