Creative Writing-The Yellow Wallpaper

Old dusty clothes draped over the old faded grey rickety chair, resting in the corner. The

pitch black wallpaper ridiculed with silver spider webs obscuring the majority of the walls,

with the windowed wall disintegrated from the events of the world. The single bed relaxes

alone in the corner of this confined space. The small abandoned bed, with its childish bright

blue duvet, faded from time, neatly made mocking itself and the rest of the room with its

emptiness. The dark wooden bookcase, filled with torn, old half eaten storybooks, half

rotting away infested with dark radiation enlarged bugs. The small five-drawer bookcase sits

inside the wardrobe, tucked away unknown over-filled with a little boys clothes, at an

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The leaves stop their dancing and the fluff was no

longer sticking to our fingers. We were dragged into the house as soon as we reached the

bottom, for sustenance, before being sent off onto our quest.

Off on this quest we were followed by the parental figure, we just kept walking and walking,

it was starting to feel like forever. We walked over hills as tall as skyscrapers, one foot after

another, and it felt like we were getting nowhere and just walking consistently on the dame

spot. The bright green fluffy texture that use to cover the ground had turned and ugly rotten

brown colour. It was very fortunate that we were wearing foot covering devices otherwise we

would have pin-like things sticking out of our feet. We then reached the last hill, which was

more like a mountain, we knew over and we had reached our final destination. Looking upon

our destination from the top of the mountain, it looked just like a castle that was constructed

from the forest. Wooden and damp, from the skies crying the previous night. Smiles that

reached our faces upon looking out at the castle, were the same shape as a crescent moon.

We ditch our feet covering devices, and speed off to the castle exploring at our first