Creative Writing
I needed to escape hell and it was now, or never. Within seconds my father was already on to me, the one who created this miserable hell, had me in his grasp this whole time. The brass bells banged and clanged across the courtyard. Guards, on high alert, stood at each exit creating an impenetrable wall. I was surrounded and there was no way out of hell. I had to resort to desperate measures, it involved jumping off a five-storey mansion into a bale of hay. A die-or-do moment which seemed to slowed down time. I closed my eyes, held my breath, and took a leap of faith.
My transient dream; in which I lived a perfect life with an indescribably, beautiful woman, undisturbed and safeguarded from misery, was dispelled. Blood roared …show more content…
Blinded by radiant shine of the sun, a figure of what seemed to be a woman sat next to a ravishing magnolia tree that complemented her beauty. My eyes tried to get a fix on this woman, but the sun was too overpowering therefore I placed my hand over my eyes to get a better visual. My heart skipped a beat, her hair was a rich shade of mahogany which flowed in waves in the soft wind. She wore a simple, celeste blue, Victorian dress which contrasted sharply with rosy flowers of the tree, one hand contained a book and the other stroked a fox that sat on her lap. Her head turned to face my direction – I hastily hid behind the window, every thump of my heartbeat was like painful waves that trashed up against the walls of my chest.
I heard the door creak open, there she stood with a smile that revealed dimples on her cheeks.
“I’m glad you’re finally awake,” She said with a soft, posh Londoner accent. “I saved you from your automobile that fell down a cliff, if you wish I can take you there.”
“I crashed? I have no memories of this!” I replied as I tried to recall my memories - although there was nothing, only a black void. She pressed her face closely to mine, pulled out an ophthalmoscope and examined my eyes (my heart raced even faster). I fidgeted... a lot.
“Keep still!” She exclaimed. “Well, it looks like that you’re suffering from a post-traumatic amnesia, a memory disorder. Must’ve been caused by the crash” She explained. …show more content…
I was next in line to lead the grey and miserable city of London. The Industrial Revolution was at its peak, masses of smoke poisoned the city, trees were sparse and there was people everywhere; hurrying with their own busy lives. As a part of a royal family, I was expected to do great things, although freedom was not of reach as I became a puppet. My avaricious father had everything and yet he was eager to imprint his ideology into me. Everyday I was lectured in order to become the world 's pre-eminent leader. I needed to run away as far possible, so I stole my father’s car and drove away in hopes of starting a new
I needed to escape hell and it was now, or never. Within seconds my father was already on to me, the one who created this miserable hell, had me in his grasp this whole time. The brass bells banged and clanged across the courtyard. Guards, on high alert, stood at each exit creating an impenetrable wall. I was surrounded and there was no way out of hell. I had to resort to desperate measures, it involved jumping off a five-storey mansion into a bale of hay. A die-or-do moment which seemed to slowed down time. I closed my eyes, held my breath, and took a leap of faith.
My transient dream; in which I lived a perfect life with an indescribably, beautiful woman, undisturbed and safeguarded from misery, was dispelled. Blood roared …show more content…
Blinded by radiant shine of the sun, a figure of what seemed to be a woman sat next to a ravishing magnolia tree that complemented her beauty. My eyes tried to get a fix on this woman, but the sun was too overpowering therefore I placed my hand over my eyes to get a better visual. My heart skipped a beat, her hair was a rich shade of mahogany which flowed in waves in the soft wind. She wore a simple, celeste blue, Victorian dress which contrasted sharply with rosy flowers of the tree, one hand contained a book and the other stroked a fox that sat on her lap. Her head turned to face my direction – I hastily hid behind the window, every thump of my heartbeat was like painful waves that trashed up against the walls of my chest.
I heard the door creak open, there she stood with a smile that revealed dimples on her cheeks.
“I’m glad you’re finally awake,” She said with a soft, posh Londoner accent. “I saved you from your automobile that fell down a cliff, if you wish I can take you there.”
“I crashed? I have no memories of this!” I replied as I tried to recall my memories - although there was nothing, only a black void. She pressed her face closely to mine, pulled out an ophthalmoscope and examined my eyes (my heart raced even faster). I fidgeted... a lot.
“Keep still!” She exclaimed. “Well, it looks like that you’re suffering from a post-traumatic amnesia, a memory disorder. Must’ve been caused by the crash” She explained. …show more content…
I was next in line to lead the grey and miserable city of London. The Industrial Revolution was at its peak, masses of smoke poisoned the city, trees were sparse and there was people everywhere; hurrying with their own busy lives. As a part of a royal family, I was expected to do great things, although freedom was not of reach as I became a puppet. My avaricious father had everything and yet he was eager to imprint his ideology into me. Everyday I was lectured in order to become the world 's pre-eminent leader. I needed to run away as far possible, so I stole my father’s car and drove away in hopes of starting a new