Just practising for my English Language exam..
Alan’s bed made a sharp, creaking noise as he rose from it. He stepped on the wooden floor which made another annoying noise. Alan tried registering his changed habitat, that smelled of rust and contagion. Thick, velvet curtains draped down his wall, torn but yet magnificent as if it faced the wrath of a thousand cats, survived, and now shines on to tell the tale. A broken tube-light shot jolts of electricity, persistently trying to light up; failing miserably, only to make buzzing sounds that Alan finally decided to switch off.
Dragging his feet, he slowly made his way to the window. Of course, now it was much less of a window and just a wide gaping hole in the wall. All the shattered glass spread across his floor cut and bruised Alan’s feet, but the recent events had made him hard as a stone. Reluctantly, Alan peered out of his window.
Mangled corpses lay across the cinder streets. Skyscrapers were now trash on the ground, a pile of rubble and dust. The iron pillars had all melted, owing to the fire. Suddenly, the smell of rust behind in his cottage seemed more pleasant, the sight of curtains heart-warming. For what lay in front of Alan was a scene of immense destruction, barbarism to its finest extent.
Reykjavik. JK, This's just Toronto
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
“And when the world gets in my face, I say.. Have a nice day.” 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
The moment spanning over a second seemed like thousand frames going in slow motion. The trigger retracted, a yellow spark shot out from the barrel. The frozen, frightened expression, begged for life. Life shot out of him in a fraction of a second. Life shot out of him, just as quick as the bullet left the barrel, navigating straight into the middle of his temple. A Bull’s Eye, one might say. As the bullet pierced his head and embedded itself neatly, pushing his soul out without reluctance. Who was he? For him, he was the world, the only support of his three children, the only love of his loyal wife. For the one three metres away, he was no one. A scum who had to be eradicated. A blemish on the face of this Earth. A sinner whose only sin was being born. Continue Reading