Piper Creative Writing

Piper was afraid to merge on the freeways of Los Angeles. There were no cars, it was an empty asphalt freeway and the faded smell of cigarettes was still faintly permeating Piper’s car. It was her first time in Los Angeles and the evening was drawing to a close. The sun was sinking into a bank of grey clouds. It threw a single column of orange light onto the city and the reflection from shiny buildings embellished the light, giving rise to a luminous array of discoveries. A loud honk protested behind her and the driver in the car looked at her with hard eyes. She stared at him for a second then her face seemed to fall altogether. With a smooth turn of the wheel and a change of gears, she merged into the freeway.
The wheel quivered in her hands. …show more content…
The clouds were like marshmallows roasting around a camp fire. The daisies danced in the slightest breeze and the birds serenaded as they flocked the scene. But Piper glanced at her town with dull eyes. It was almost as if she had understood the inferiority of her town compared to the infinite horizons of the world. She had never noticed how the townsfolk would still dress in their southern-boy uniform of boots, jeans and a flannelled shirt. And it was alarming to see such occasional moments, evenings, and encounters with something out of the ordinary. Old but new, she …show more content…
Find fields of apple trees that offer more apples for you to eat. Everyone has an eye for a bite of an apple.” The woman grinned as she skipped up the road and turned a corner. Piper watched the woman merge into the town. Suddenly, she twitched. There was something in her pocket, something hard and sharp. She pulled it out. It was a piece of paper folded into tiny bulked squares. This better not be drugs, pondered Piper. Being extremely careful, she unfolded the paper one fold at a time, making sure there was little skin contact much as possible. Piper’s eyes glistened at sight of neon lights, flashing billboards and luminous buildings which replaced the sun. At the very top of the paper were the words Los Angeles displayed in smooth, cursive writing. The words were bold, and layers of warm bright colours outlined the name of the utopia. Piper’s face blossomed. She inspected the paper like a detective looking for evidence. Her eyes were cemented onto the paper as she walked home. She wondered if the paradise could match her expectations, if it would shower her with big opportunities, with rewarding outcomes. Piper knew that there could be something bigger, something begging for her to see in Los Angeles. She was almost detached from this