Mrs. Amarinthea Moonsamy 50914316 KSK1601‚ Creative Writing Portfolio DECLARATION Name: Amarinthea Moonsamy Student number: 50914316 Module code: KSK1601 Assignment no.: Creative Writing Portfolio I declare that this assignment is my own‚ original work. Where I have used source material‚ it is acknowledged in accordance with departmental requirements. I understand what plagiarism is and I am aware of the departmental policy on it. Signature: _________________ Date: 29 October 2013 Page
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Another night of that bloody rain again. God I hate winter. Lying in my bed‚ the pound of each raindrop as it is thrown from the heavens onto my roof rings in my ears. The gusts of wind freeze the hairs on my neck straight. Snuggling down into my bed‚ I feel a warm‚ almost happy sensation as my blankets form a protective cocoon around me‚ saving me from the terrible monster brewing outside my window. My eyelids attempt to glue themselves shut as I feel relaxation consume my sore old body. It all
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I walk around the dance floor awkwardly‚ looking for groups of people that I know well enough to be able to go and stand with and pretend like I’m part of whatever mind-numbing conversation they’re having. I check my watch for the fifth time in ten minutes‚ which is making time go even slower. It’s 8:50 I made the rule for myself to drop my first at 9 so I wouldn’t have to take the next until midnight. “Ten minute’s” I thought to myself “Stuff it”. I pulled out my wallet and reached my index finger
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Exiting onto the unpleasant frigid city walkways of Oslo‚ Norway in the early winter morning of the Walk. The wind was blowing over the rough scene of the rural city. He is pacing down the bustling roads and pondering which foot will come next. "Left‚ Right‚ Left‚ Right‚ Right‚ Left. No‚ no‚ that can’t be correct." He murmured under his chilling breath. He slipped on the newly solidified walkways‚ he stood up and glanced around‚ feeling humiliated… he saw nobody‚ heard nothing‚ it was as peaceful
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There is silence. Silence everywhere‚ such silence that the soft sounds created by swift movements happening around me are amplified. The water droplets explode into tiny particles as they hit my hot skin and flow down my body and you can even hear the water gushing into the drain. Correction: swirling into the drain. Gushing has negative connotations‚ but swirling has an optimistic twist to it. I look down and open my eyes‚ allowing the water to pour over my head down to my face. All I can see
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The smell of the sea was an overbearing smell that grows on you after awhile. The same was not for the smell of the fish my cooks were preparing. I am a huge fan of fish. I love seeing the way cooks can prepare different types of fish such as: salmon‚ crab‚ lobster‚ clams‚ oysters‚ calamari‚ alligator‚ shark and so on. Once these glorious fish or sea urchins are cooked it’s a whole different story. The aroma is addicting and something that you never forget. You may be wandering why I am talking
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I pulled the trigger. Bang‚ bang‚ bang. Two shots for each police officer that stood before me. I wasn’t high. I wasn’t drunk. And I definitely wasn’t crazy… “I guess the reason I shot them is because I felt trapped. At least that’s the reason I keep telling myself.” “So that’s the reason”‚ said the lawyer. “I guess. I mean‚ I don’t really have a reason. I just did it.” “Did you know who the officers were?” “No‚ sir. All I truly know is that I killed them‚ which makes me the murderer. I have
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The Ghouls Pt. 2 The next second she blinked‚ and her face cleared. Mimi nodded to confirm her answer. “Yes‚ but let’s hurry up‚” she urged. Steve and Mimi dashed through the cemetery gates together‚ leaving the rusty hinges creaking and swinging behind them. The ground was lined with brittle gravel that crunched beneath their feet with every step. For a while‚ there was no other sound. “What’s that on the left?” Mimi questioned. “There’s a faint glow coming from behind that tree.” Her face
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Jonas couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer. The two bumped into a large pile of snow outside the welcoming cabin from his memories and dreams. When Jonas woke up‚ he smelled fresh cookies‚ burning wood‚ and pine. He didn’t remember what had happened at first. He was on a pull-out bed next to a toasty fireplace with a warm fleece blanket wrapped around him. The memories of the past few days came back to him. He sat up and looked around; there was an ancient wood chair to one side with a little
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Shaded by a crescent moon‚ the chapel stands with ghostly white pillars. Inside‚ the hollow room is filled with bats preparing to journey through the expansive‚ golden plains surrounding the town for miles. The town is not much of a town‚ more of a vacation from the usual hustle and bustle of the city. Parallel to the road‚ wedding tents have been sprung up‚ towering like skyscrapers when compared to the surrounding landscape. The bridesmaids sit in a circle with the bride‚ laughing. The bride has
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