Park Creative Writing

The sun beamed upon my face, my gaze was looked onto the cloudless sky, a shining blue that could allow me to feed off its tranquillity and calmness. As I stood there, I looked ahead on the path I was about to take. As I was walking down the surprising deserted street, attentive of the noise surrounding me; the cries of the Apollo’s dark-wind messenger stretched through the sky, gossiping of all it had seen.
As I strolled pass the creamy-yellow painted, wrought-iron gates, under me was a concrete pathway stretching and defining the parks orbicular shape. Over to my right I saw a children's playground; with a sandpit, swings and roundabouts all communing and reminiscing of the past when they were used their full extent by a myriad of squealing
I turned to see an eerie figure running after us with haste. It occurred to me that I was alone, I looked forward to see her running away, I tried to reach her but every step was the same as walking in quicksand, with every step my feet was being pulled down towards the ground regardless of the heavy-load I now seemed to carry I towered through and reached the near-by bridged, however, I was to slow. An umbra shadow loamed over me, like a newborn baby I was lifted off the ground, where had all that weight gone, he moved closer and closer towards the bridge and dropped me… back to darkness I returned. The light pierced me and I woke up to find myself lying on the floor, with my sister crying beside me; I laid there as still as a doll not moving a finger or to acknowledge that I was awake, in my mind my whole life flushed pass me : my aspirations, my victories and my defeats. Then it came…
Like in I my dream the crow’s cry cut through my thoughts to bring me back to reality. Its call was more aggressive then I was before, hastier. In the background I heard a silence sound quickly becoming louder and louder until the deafening call of the ambulance passed by on my right I watch it until it entered my street. I started running, my shoes turned into the winged boots of Hermes, as I ran I was hoping, praying, wishing that I was not going where I thought I might have being. To my dismay I met it at my house. I stopped and took in the sight and rushed through the front