The Great Gatsby Creative Writing

the media’s akin to buzzing bees ; constantly sucking the nectar out of every blooming news story they could find. twisting truths, exploiting lies ... you name it, they store deep it in their hives. of course, jacob keeps up with it if it pertains towards his men or himself. name printed in bold typeface, shadowy candid of his apparent GETAWAYS ... delightful. if he’s not caught picking and choosing his articles, his men do. this is how he’d heard of the american journalist sticking her nose in far too deep.

enticing, it was, to leave her a larger trail to find ... only to dash into the shadows much like the other frye ( a style he is capable of ; but not known for ). it’s tempting. instead, he finds himself diving head first into the waters ... stumbling upon the sunken treasure that found it’s way to his territory. this must be her. he overhears just enough of the conversation, recognizes the accent, and pegs the blonde for his second shadow. she hasn’t uttered his name, but he gets the GUT FEELING he’s her muse. impulse kicks in without hesitation. how sharp could a journalist be compared to an assassin with a tongue as sharp as his blade ?
but who exactly are you trying to find ? everybody’s just been buzzing with all sorts of rubbish. perhaps i can help clear some of noise.