Funfair Description - EnglishThe loud, happy music echoes through my head. It was disorientating; the steady booming confounded my senses. I wasn't used to this type of atmosphere, it was too much!
Calm. Deep breaths. In and out. In... Out...
Block out the sounds. Now there is no more music, no more screams of mirth from excited youths. Concentrating on sights may be the more sensible course of action; confusion in such an unfarmiliar atmosphere could be problematic. Yet the sights seemed, in a way, just as confusing as the sounds.
Flashing lights; bright, glowing bulbs etched their shapes into my retinas. It was as if they were burning into my eyes, reading my thoughts and emotions. Tearing my gaze away from the lights, I focused on the first thing to catch my attention.
The tents. Bright, primary colours, calling the crowds to enter their midst. Everyone was blissfully unaware of the unseen horrors lurking within. They just mindlessly shuffled in, not all of them returning.
As I felt the panic begin to set in ye
Christmas - English CourseworkIt's cold.
I curl up in a ball, pulling my knees up to my chest. The attempt to maintain the little body heat I had acquired overnight failed dismally. The blanket they provide me with barely does anything in the wat of keeping me warm. I shiver, and my eyes flicker open at the approaching sound.
Tap... Tap... Tap...
Footsteps, echoing down the sickly green hallway that lurks outside my room. The doctor is coming! I scramble to the door to peer through a small window. Staring through a single pane of glass, I glimpse the distorted view of a corridor. The pale green walls clash awfully with the garish Christmas decorations hanging on the wall. I wonder if the doctor will bring me what I desire...
The twenty-fifth of December. Christmas Day, as the twinkling songs blasting out of cracking speakers constantly remind me. I wonder why, in this insane community of outcasts, we still celebrate such an occasion. Surely the children that God seems to have abandoned would not want to
Old FriendDear old friend, Ive been away for so long
Thing is, my darling, I know that its wrong
I came back to see you so late at night
Because I cant cope without you, try as I might
Something draws me to you like a moth to the flame
You help me to forget everything but your name
I utter it softly, a sin for my lips
Like chocolate cake that goes straight to the hips
A silent second, a momentary pause
To let myself know Im now a lost cause
Misunderstandings - Chapter 1I awoke sharply, retelling the nights events as a story to myself. It was all a dream. Just a nightmare. I hadnt really cut myself and knocked myself out. Annette wasnt still crying over my unconscious body. Just a dream. I smiled to myself, trying to pluck up the courage to open my eyelids. Prising them open with a force that should have been unnecessary, I surveyed the scene;
It wasnt a dream.
And I hadnt survived.
Annette was crouched over my lifeless body, rocking back and forth. She looked so helpless; childlike. Tears streamed down her face as she just looked at me. I was dead. But why was I still here? Seeing the pale mottled tone my skin had taken after being drained of blood made me queasy. I wanted to vomit, but nothing happened. One positive aspect of being dead, it seemed.
I suppose something should have happened on realising I was dead. But there was nothing. No hysterics, no hitching sobs, no pleas of a return to life. It seemed natural to me
Misunderstandings- PrologueMy cataclysmic lifestyle was taking its toll. Despite the eminent destruction of the world I thought I knew, nothing would provoke me to admit I needed help. Id always been completely independent; something I would continue to my death. My premature death.
I kept the scars hidden, even from my family. Theyd finally know. I took a deep breath and brought the knife down to my arm, sinking it in as deep as it could go. She sighed, knowing it would be over soon. The room started to swim as the light became dimmer. She knew it was ending.
Aiofe? Aiofe? Oh God, what have you done? Wake up sweetheart, wake up! She heard her sobbing; her baby was hurt! She wanted to help her, to hold her close and whisper in her ear that its all alright. But the paralysis was taking over. Was sick? Why couldnt I move?
The memories came flooding back; the flash of gaudy red as the blood flowed from the gash in my arm. Hearing her hitching sobs as s