(This piece was submitted for my Creative Writing coursework; graded: 70/100 with A Strange Day in July and The Chair)
The sudden roaring of oceanic winds so violent the ornaments shiver. I go to the window, the fallen leaves swirl as if caught in an invisible tornado before scattering across the lawn in a flurry of orange, yellow and red. Maybe nature’s angry. Or maybe she just wants your attention. I mean just look at what she can do. Perhaps the sky is grey to make the leaves easier to see – have you ever thought about that?
Later on, rain drums on the windowsill as I lie in bed. Counting sheep never works, but there’s something therapeutic about rain and wind in unison. I’d go to the window again, but I’m wrapped up, nodding off. I can only imagine her beautiful chaos.
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(This piece was submitted for my Creative Writing coursework; graded: 70/100 with The Chair and Nature’s Angry)
He threw with all his might, but the third stone came skipping back. It leapt out of the water and rolled across the sand, stopping at his toes. Bewildered, he picked it up, weighing it in his hand as he turned to his little sister. “Wow, did you see that?” The moment he saw her face, he gasped. Of course. No one can skip a stone and make it come back. No one. But maybe Ellie could. Her eyes were glazed white like golf balls, focused – almost dead.
Her powers had taken over again.
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(This piece was submitted for my Creative Writing coursework; graded: 70/100 with A Strange Day in July and Nature’s Angry. An extended metaphor about a friendship)
You’ve had this chair for a long time now. It’s comfortable, supportive and not bad to look at. You were once proud to have this chair. You didn’t want to let it go. But after a few years, someone put a hole in the back – or at least you think it was someone else. Either way, you barely even noticed to begin with. Then, one time you sat down and it didn’t feel as comfortable as usual – maybe a spring had gone. Was that you? Had it been the person who put the hole in the back?
As time went on, the hole worsened and the chair became more and more uncomfortable. You started to find reasons not to sit down at all. That hole’s now a tear etching its way across the front and – what’s that? – a bad smell coming from it? Surely you can repair it. A bit of air freshener, a needle and thread. Yeah, it’ll be fine. But once the needle’s in, the tear gets bigger and springs lose their elasticity. You’re so repulsed by the fact that this chair – this once magnificent piece of furniture is… what, rejecting you?
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