Creative Writing - The Great Gatsby

Their voices were loud and shrill and their laughter echoed through the night sky. As they sauntered across the soft grass I stood on the table waiting, ready to be acquainted with Tom’s rough hands. Next to me were four candles, their flames dancing around on the wax. The charming looking girl then said          “Why candles?”                                                                                              “In two days it will be the longest day of the year” She walked over to where I was standing and put out the candles, she and the other three sat down. I was still standing there and still no-one made the effort to take off the cork and drink a glass of wine. Then the girl that had put out the candles said                    “Look” eyeing her little finger, which was green and blue,                                                                                  “You did it” she chided the complacent straw-haired man                                               “That’s what I get for marrying a brute of a man, a great, big, hulking physical specimen of a —— “      He retorted that he never wanted to be called hulking again. They went on arguing, while the evening sun slowly began to descend from the sky and the moon bright and crystal white rose up into the the heavens. The grass glowed a pearly colour in the light of the moon and the stars began to appear between the small shards of cloud.

The demure man sitting between the arguing couple watched the argument attentively, while the woman who was obviously called Jordan, or so I thought I'd apperceived stared blankly into nothingness, her facial features were somewhat less attractive than usual as she yawned again with obvious boredom at what was going on.

Suddenly Tom's hand jerked out and grabbed me, he violently pulled the cork off the top and poured everyone a glass of wine. Few minutes later conversations were going normally again, Daisy had been appeased, and now she and Jordan spoke simultaneously as their high-pitched chatter and laughing broke the silence of the night. Then suddenly the man who had been silent for most of the time said                   “You make me feel so uncivilized, Daisy”  This remark was greeted by the haughty man who I had gathered was called Tom spurting out                                                                             “Civilizations going to pieces” and he talked on, his eyes gleaming as though he had just said something extremely intelligent and he felt like an erudite professor who knew something arcane and clandestine the others did not.                                                                                                  “Have you read ‘The Rise of the Colored Empires’ by this man Goddard?”