The Great Gatsby Creative Writing

I remember this night as if it were a reoccurring dream I performed in my head, I was as familiar with it as a bird with its wings. It was the time I met a baker, a boy, Alfie. I never learned his last name, he simply referred to himself as the baker’s boy. It’s been seven years now, and I feel if I don’t put pen to paper, I might explode. You see that night I met a character that imprinted himself in me in the simple time span of two hours.

My sneaker clad feet paced themselves as the Great Poultney street pavement beneath seemed to extend itself. Home, I must get home I thought. The pitter patter of passersby against the grainy pavement, the chuff of a man as he stomped his way past me - late night at work I suppose. My recollection of

I found myself being tugged harshly into a corner bend alley way by a hand much more masculine and lanky than mine. The dull leather bag was snatched in the process of this event, half a second was all it took for the blood in my veins to pulsate in trepidation, half a second to damn myself for taking this way home. In this moment, the moon removed the shadow across half his face and I could see the stranger, a boy. His eyes danced with amusement, as if this situation gave him a thrill, I questioned him, and even though he was out of breath he simply replied, “I’m Alfie, the bakers’

The more I interrogated Alfie the less serious his answers became, however he eased my tense thoughts by explaining how he thought I was aiming to retrieve the bag for myself, which apparently contained documents for his father’s bakery. Although this was a minute explanation it didn’t answer why his actions were sporadic earlier, I dismissed this analogy nonetheless.

A silence shivered through the air around us, I awkwardly nodded my head to Alfie and moved my body in the direction towards home, where I was supposed to be initially. My movements were suddenly halted once more as the boy gripped my upper arm urging me to and I quote, “Come see something like you never have.”

I was conflicted with myself whether I should trust him, that was my first time meeting him, not just that, our introduction was absurd. In that moment, for some strange reason, I felt a thrill and decided to go against my rational notions.

Our laughter echoed through the streets, the stars felt like an everlasting light above us as we ran the tattered city of Birmingham, I found a smile etching itself onto my lips. I was smiling at how silly this all was but I felt no worry, it was a different moment to the ones I usually have daily, I cherished it in a strange