ever since a little child i loved to read stories. this progressed into me loving english, the language the interpretations of words and exploring my mind in depth to create magical and surreal things; making stories.
This is a extract of my original writting piece which I had to write for my GCSE coursework.
Sssh... listen. Silence.It's cold now,still like a morgue, my body isolated, alone. My body a dead weight; my mind a kaleidoscope. I stop. In taking a breath of air, dryness stays and sits in my mouth.
Taking a step...another. A tunnel of trees crowd over; it's beautiful. The branches sway, as the forest engages with spirits. My head anxious yet excited. Listen. There's nothing is there ? Looking around I see nothing, the sunlight is closing in, the moon my only friend. The trees confine me, whispering to one another, planning their next attack. Sssh.
Schizophrenic. Split personalities. A danger to some, a wonder to a great deal of the population.
-tamii'marie-
This is a extract of my original writting piece which I had to write for my GCSE coursework.
Sssh... listen. Silence.It's cold now,still like a morgue, my body isolated, alone. My body a dead weight; my mind a kaleidoscope. I stop. In taking a breath of air, dryness stays and sits in my mouth.
Taking a step...another. A tunnel of trees crowd over; it's beautiful. The branches sway, as the forest engages with spirits. My head anxious yet excited. Listen. There's nothing is there ? Looking around I see nothing, the sunlight is closing in, the moon my only friend. The trees confine me, whispering to one another, planning their next attack. Sssh.
Schizophrenic. Split personalities. A danger to some, a wonder to a great deal of the population.
-tamii'marie-
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