Alan rubbed his gloved hands together, and exhaled slowly, watching his breath turn into a miniature condensed cloud. He turned on the heater and sank in the hand-stitched leather seats of his 2011 Bentley Mulsanne; trying to see past the frost on his car’s windscreen. He hadn’t seen Reykjavík so lively before, even though it was an hour past midnight, the city gleamed bright with LED lights hanging from every house, and the firework preparations could be seen from the top of the few skyscrapers Iceland possessed. Continue Reading
Meh, another boring post I composed for my English assessment, thought I’d just post it here.. Here goes nothing.
Alan held it in his hands. That necklace. His fingers felt every part of it, the green emeralds neatly embedded in the slits of what were the eyes of a swan, the wings clasped together. The twenty-four karat golden swan represented freedom, yet bondage. Represented love. A tear streamed out of Alan’s sea-green eyes and fell on the necklace, mixing with the blood on it. Continue Reading
[ 14th February 2010]
He opened his eyes. It was pitch black. Slowly reaching for his bed-side table, he grabbed his phone and looked at the time. It was 6 AM. With the phone’s light still shining on his face, he rubbed his eyes and got out of bed. It was Valentines Day. And he was without a present. Continue Reading