Ellen - creative writing.

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Ellen Rudford was twenty three years old and lived in a tiny, shabby cottage in the small village of Goldwarren. All she ever wanted in life was to meet the man of her dreams, settle down and have children. So far, her life was not going exactly how she planned it. She always thought she’d make it big as a famous singer, but she never got the chance. Instead she was earning minimum wage working behind the bar at her local pub, and she hated it. The hours were long and the people that came in and went out were horribly unbearable. The men that drank in there were absolute thugs and the women, well they were complete tramps. Ellen wished that it was a much more classier place, where she could meet people and become friends with them, but let’s face it, that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon and there wasn’t a chance in hell that she’d become friends with these greasy people.

So every morning she’d wake up at nine o’clock, get ready for work and set off at a quarter to eleven. She would do the same thing at work everyday. She’d get there at eleven in the morning, serve the regulars, clean the glasses and then go home at eleven in the evening. A twelve hour shift was a lot for her to handle, but it’s the only money she had coming in. All the poor girl sought was a little change in her daily routine, and one day change is what she got. It was late on a Friday night and all hell had been let loose when two rather large men started fighting over some hussy. Bending down to pick up the broken glass she stumbled across a Tiffany necklace with the word ‘forever’ engraved onto it. It looked very expensive so she kept it behind the bar in hope that someone would come and collect it. After all, it did look very important to some couple out there. A week went by and still no one had came and asked about it. Then one day as she was pulling a pint for a usual customer a man walked through the door. Without knowing it, she was staring at him. He was tall, dark and handsome. The perfect man. He was exactly the type of person that she had dreamt about meeting.

Goldwarren was a very small village, but this man had never set foot in this pub before, well not that Ellen could remember.

“Are you serving anyone?” he asked as she realised she was still gazing at him.

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“Errmm, no...” she hastily replied.

As Ellen served this man his drink they started talking.

“I’m Ryan Mc’Gill” he whispered into her ear, “what’s your name?”

“Oh, er, my name’s Ellen. Ellen Rudford.” She stuttered.

As the conversation picked up a little she asked him what he done for a living.

“Oh, I’m a famous author” he replied with a gigantic smile spread across his face.

“Really?!” she gasped, knowing that he was way out of her league.

“No” he laughed, “I’m a real estate agent.”

“Oh…” she nervously laughed looking very embarrassed.

After an hour or so, Ryan ...

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