Winfield House: A Narrative Fiction

On the trip there Leah Anne stopped the car to get a eye-to-eye conversation showing that she takes great care in finding out Michaels past and how she can help him for the better. One night Leah Anne asked a simple question to Michael, if he wanted to stay? Michael responded " I don't like anywhere else" and sure enough she turned the guest room into a comfortable place for Michael with a bed, that he had never had before.

“Actually, um, yes. There’s a boat leaving in two days,” he said. “But you can telephone them before that.” Winnie was relieved. She didn’t really want to leave Newt and his suitcase, but she knew that she needed to talk to Florence and William, and let them know where she was.

Lila lay on her bed staring at the ceiling thinking over the events of the evening. The more she recalled, the more she was mortified for acting like a love sick, slobbering idiot in front of not only the most beautiful man she’d ever met, but he was her best friends cousin of all things! Lila groaned, burying her head into her pillow. She tried to console herself by thinking she would never see him again. She could avoid him by simply not going back there. It wouldn’t be too difficult to do. She would never have the guts to venture to a club like that on her own. This is exactly the reason that Rachael had taken her there. Lila was trying to convince herself he was charming to all the ladies. He worked at a night club. Of course he would

Can't a friend just drop by and say hello?" He almost sounded insulted, but Rumpel knew him all too well. He knew that he was anything but. Belle had insisted he stay for dinner and that is how they were here, all in Belle's Dining Hall, the two of them by the fire and Rumpel glaring by the table. Jefferson was continuing with his story about the White Rabbit and Belle was extremely intrigued. He left out a huff, why was it so important for Hatter to see him? It isn't, Hatter just likes to be annoying and he is always there when you don't want him, Rumpel thought at he crossed his arms over his chest. He was the powerful Dark One, why was he in the corner pouting? He could just have what he wants. But Belle had looked in awe of Jefferson's story and he knew she had to hear the end of it. In the days he had known Belle, he knew she loved stories and she loved to read. She almost had a bigger library that she did. She wanted to read every book she had and he knew eventually she would. That was why he was pouting in the corner, but as soon as the story was over, he was going to swoop in and steal her from Jefferson. It seemed as if a lifetime had passed, before he reached the end and he immediately began strolling over there.

The family was planning a surprise party for Julissa’s older sister, but their plans never came through. Because the party was called off and of the catastrophic event that occurred the same

“You are a little overdressed for an AA meeting, don’t you think?” Kyra asked the newbie.

"Oh Maude, your dress!" Ginny cried, unable to help it. Thankfully, Maude took it as a compliment.

The two walked for a little while longer until they reached her house. Clarisse saw her aunts and uncles together chatting it up in the parlor. She then left Montag at the front of the lawn and ran up to her door. Reaching the knob, with her fingers ever so slightly grazing the metal she remembered something. With a slight twist of her hair, she turned to look at him curiously, "Are you

"Her surprises aren't so bad," Charlton said. Adelaide was both a close friend of Charlton and Millicent, all three had lived in separate towns in New Orleans, Charlton and Adelaide lived a few minutes away, and Millicent and Adelaide lived a few more minutes away, and they had all known each other for most of their lives. They weren't close like Charlton and Millicent were, but they had formed a close bond in their early to late middle school years, along with Adelaide's brother Dillon and Charlton's brother Jayden. They had regular hangouts at Adelaide's house, where rude humor and fashion were daily topics. "I won't consider it a favor," Charlton added, "it's just another hang out a few minutes from your house. It's not like I'm inviting you to a college party in the nightlife of New Orleans or Mexico. Your mom can come along if she wants."

Antonio and Margit dance the night away and they are the only ones left in the restaurant, which is about to close. They part with a heavy heart and Antonio kisses Margit on her cheek.

While I was walking in the cold, my stomach started making loud noises. No one gave me money today. The last time I ate was yesterday morning. I gazed up and looked at the big, round moon. It was beautiful. Reminded me of Melissa. As I got near the bus stop, I heard yelling. I quickly spun around to see what happened. A man about 6 feet tall is fighting with another guy that is probably 5 feet tall. The taller guy yanked a fedora from the other guy’s hand roughly. He ran, but just before he could go far, the smaller guy ran after him and jumped on his back. He wrapped his arms and legs around him and started choking him as hard as he could. I couldn't watch this any longer. I angrily walked up to them. I put my hands on the smaller guy’s shoulders

“Not so fast. I’m no math wizard, but an armful of clothing doesn’t exactly equal a single dress,” Eira said smugly, “We’ve still gotta get you a lot more clothes. How about this? I’ll give you free reign of this area, and you can pick out anything you want as long as it’s brighter than navy. I’ll go and grab some things that you might like, and we’ll regroup in about an hour and a half at the

When he rang the bell that evening, she felt so glad. Sitting next to her, Will filled her in. “I talked to Rachel. She’s going to cover some hours for you. Chili too.”

Gabriel Conroy and his wife, Gretta Conroy, attend a party held by Gabriel’s aunts, Kate Morkan and Julia Morkan. The mood of the party is intentionally festive. It’s an annual event – “the Misses Morkan’s annual dance” (1227). But parts of the evening turn out to be quite nostalgic. The nostalgia comes from certain guests attending the party who are