Creative Writing GCSE piece
“This is a sorry sight”
It was always for her.
I couldn’t take it, I was jealous. She went behind my back and I knew. Her effortless smile, glossy, silky brown hair and eyes so dark, that they can see to the pits of your soul. Lips that have a shine like polished glass. I couldn’t take it.
Driving. Witnessing my last glimpses of life. The trees violently stumbling side to side in the gale force winds. The clouds discolouring: from a snow white to a mouldy grey, shield encasing its inhabitants. The biting cold was a very strong reminder that it was December the 22nd and ever so close to my once happy anniversary.
The gale force winds ripped the trees from their roots; like a dancer on the cliffs, leaves decorating its branches like multi-coloured sequins on a tribal dress summoning the rain. With the swiftness and speed of a baby gazelle but with the power of an ox, the tree hurtled to the ground. Like it had been stabbed from the back by a solder.
Leaving the car my transition slow: my intentions strong. Glimpsing every single droplet of muddy substance, known as sea. I wave goodbye to every living thing on this spherical place; earth the only planet in this infinite galaxy that I by chance happened to be born. But I take the gift of life for granted. I say goodbye. Now standing on the never ending grains of sand, which are being slapped and slashed by the master of life.
The sea.
The almost grey coloured water was inviting me, my way out, my saviour- my murderer. Its ice cold lips softly brushing my feet. I was preparing myself for what I was about to do. My skin stood my hairs still: my heart quick.
I take my first step.
Ankles throbbing, toes blistering, knees numbing: yet I carry on. The never ending chill- my legs weaken. I don’t recall my eyes weeping; but now with blood shot eyes, and cheeks that resemble the walls of a fountain.
I submerge.
Lips an unbroken barrier. Eyes sealed shut. I wait…
My lungs crippled, screaming, begging for
It was always for her.
I couldn’t take it, I was jealous. She went behind my back and I knew. Her effortless smile, glossy, silky brown hair and eyes so dark, that they can see to the pits of your soul. Lips that have a shine like polished glass. I couldn’t take it.
Driving. Witnessing my last glimpses of life. The trees violently stumbling side to side in the gale force winds. The clouds discolouring: from a snow white to a mouldy grey, shield encasing its inhabitants. The biting cold was a very strong reminder that it was December the 22nd and ever so close to my once happy anniversary.
The gale force winds ripped the trees from their roots; like a dancer on the cliffs, leaves decorating its branches like multi-coloured sequins on a tribal dress summoning the rain. With the swiftness and speed of a baby gazelle but with the power of an ox, the tree hurtled to the ground. Like it had been stabbed from the back by a solder.
Leaving the car my transition slow: my intentions strong. Glimpsing every single droplet of muddy substance, known as sea. I wave goodbye to every living thing on this spherical place; earth the only planet in this infinite galaxy that I by chance happened to be born. But I take the gift of life for granted. I say goodbye. Now standing on the never ending grains of sand, which are being slapped and slashed by the master of life.
The sea.
The almost grey coloured water was inviting me, my way out, my saviour- my murderer. Its ice cold lips softly brushing my feet. I was preparing myself for what I was about to do. My skin stood my hairs still: my heart quick.
I take my first step.
Ankles throbbing, toes blistering, knees numbing: yet I carry on. The never ending chill- my legs weaken. I don’t recall my eyes weeping; but now with blood shot eyes, and cheeks that resemble the walls of a fountain.
I submerge.
Lips an unbroken barrier. Eyes sealed shut. I wait…
My lungs crippled, screaming, begging for