Touch.

Even though I’m doing English A Level, I will be the first to admit that one thing I am rubbish at is creative writing. But I was having a look through the files on my laptop and stumbled upon my GCSE creative writing coursework piece. I am fully aware it doesn’t really have a plot, but I still kinda like some of the metaphors etc that I used. So yeah, here you go, have a read if you like, it’s not great, but the odd line is quite nice… I think…

The moon was so bright that night. The stars danced across the clear black sky. The autumn leaves carpeted the ground, and when the wind blew, some skipped over my feet and joined together in a spiralling, swirling dance.

“So, what do you think?” he asked me. I could hardly say no, I mean, his eyes were staring deep into mine, like he was looking right into the deepest fathoms of my mind. He’d managed to do it again, he had got me hooked. Anything that would have came out of his mouth next I would have hung upon.

“Darling? Say something, anything!” he said. It was like I had forgotten what I had learnt some twenty years earlier: the ability to speak seemed to have left my person. My subconscious told me to pull myself together, and I somehow was able to stutter the word “yes” to him.
All worry, all sadness, all that was bad in the world didn’t matter: I was in love and felt as if I were back to the time I went on the Ferris wheel at the local fair aged eight. I was on a ride that I never wanted to end. Unintentionally, I had stood up from the bench we were sitting on, and he had quickly risen to his feet as well. The emotion I felt as he hugged me is hard to describe- maybe it’s indescribable.

Taking my hand in his, we began to slowly meander along the river bank. The stars were reflecting into the water. For some reason I spent a couple of minutes looking up at the sky, transfixed. All of the galaxies and all of the universes were surrounding us. It was as if they were protecting us against anything that the gods could possibly try and throw at us. I remember us saying about how the leaves crunched under our feet, and how each step was like the sound of our heartbeats, our hearts beating in unison, never stopping…

He ran his guitarist’s fingers through my auburn locks. They were worn, but somehow soft, like they had been worn with expertise precision to perfection. “I love you,” he whispered into my left ear. “I love you,” I replied back into his ear. He knew how to play my heart-strings, to the tune of my favourite song. A mixture of butterflies and hurricanes whirled inside my stomach, just thinking about how much I really did love this man. He was my heaven.

“Can we sit down here please? … Just for a second, I need to catch my breath.” We did. We were talking, but every sentence he said seemed to become more and more stressed, more difficult and pained. I asked him if he was cold as his face looked like the colour of a blank canvas. All the colour seemed to have been washed away. After reassuring me that he was fine, he kept repeating the statement that he loved me. What could I do? I didn’t understand what was happening. It was like everything was starting to tumble, faster and faster, down a great hill. I held him using all of my might and all of my love for him. His embrace was so strong…

Then nothing.

The moon was so bright that night. The stars danced across the clear black sky. The autumn leaves carpeted the ground, and when the wind blew, some skipped over my feet and joined together in a spiralling, swirling dance. It should have been perfect, but instead, perfection had just fallen away, right in my arms.

So yeah, I'm quite good at the moment actually :)

Chow for now xxx

ps- no reason for the duck photos, just liked it!