Essay about Creative Writing- the Lake
English Creative Writing
The soft cushions, the filtered light fell upon the faded, dusty dark carpet.
“She was a good woman, your Grandmother, she taught me a lot,” said Jenna, trying to comfort me in my despair.
I didn’t reply because it would encourage more of her pointless words of sympathy, adding to the awkwardness of the situation.
“Would you like to hear about our experience at the lake in the summer of 1965?” Jenna exclaimed. Although I did not want more pathetic words of comfort, this