Creative writing
I finally arrive at my front door exhausted after a long hot walk home and stumble through it after an even longer day at school, and am now faced with a climb up the stairs to tire me out to an even greater extent. As I pass through my bedroom door, which separates my mind from the reality of the stresses and staid life of school, work and my social life with a never ending solace of thoughts and imagination, I cast away my heavily laden schoolbag. It tumbles over the mountainous, never ending piles of disorder and clutter about my room. With a great sigh of relief I dive to the welcoming comforts of my luxurious king bed and lay there relaxing in the heavenly silence that pervades my room. I have banished the disarray of thoughts running through my mind, well at least for a few seconds.
As I lay there quietly relaxing, a radiant bright red flash catches my wandering eyes. To me it represents so many things; the red of chaos, the red of anger, the red of bravery, the red of the enemy and the red of blood. It all gushes through my mind; there is suspense in my thinking as I splash into the depths of my memories, a full shimmering pool. A pool that is full of good times and the bad. An abode where anything can happen, nothing else matters. My complete concentration has now focused to my enemy. As if nothing else exists at this moment in time, for my eyes do not see the present now, I have been taken back to one very, very memorable time in my life.
My silk robe comforts me, like the duvet on my bed. Wrapped around me I am safe. This treacherous walk feels like the longest walk I have ever embarked on. The hot lights beat down upon my nervous body, my glistening sweating skin, the piercing rapturous sounds of applause resonates around the centre from the hundreds of excited spectators drives itself deep into my brain. Here I am now, face to face with the ring. It smiles menacingly at me as it eagerly awaits the battle we both... [continues]
I finally arrive at my front door exhausted after a long hot walk home and stumble through it after an even longer day at school, and am now faced with a climb up the stairs to tire me out to an even greater extent. As I pass through my bedroom door, which separates my mind from the reality of the stresses and staid life of school, work and my social life with a never ending solace of thoughts and imagination, I cast away my heavily laden schoolbag. It tumbles over the mountainous, never ending piles of disorder and clutter about my room. With a great sigh of relief I dive to the welcoming comforts of my luxurious king bed and lay there relaxing in the heavenly silence that pervades my room. I have banished the disarray of thoughts running through my mind, well at least for a few seconds.
As I lay there quietly relaxing, a radiant bright red flash catches my wandering eyes. To me it represents so many things; the red of chaos, the red of anger, the red of bravery, the red of the enemy and the red of blood. It all gushes through my mind; there is suspense in my thinking as I splash into the depths of my memories, a full shimmering pool. A pool that is full of good times and the bad. An abode where anything can happen, nothing else matters. My complete concentration has now focused to my enemy. As if nothing else exists at this moment in time, for my eyes do not see the present now, I have been taken back to one very, very memorable time in my life.
My silk robe comforts me, like the duvet on my bed. Wrapped around me I am safe. This treacherous walk feels like the longest walk I have ever embarked on. The hot lights beat down upon my nervous body, my glistening sweating skin, the piercing rapturous sounds of applause resonates around the centre from the hundreds of excited spectators drives itself deep into my brain. Here I am now, face to face with the ring. It smiles menacingly at me as it eagerly awaits the battle we both... [continues]
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