Creative Writing : An Essay

“For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affection on her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened - then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret, like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk.”

“So far, I had not opened my eyes. I felt that I lay upon my back, unbound. I reached out my hand, and it fell heavily upon something damp and hard. There I suffered it

The night air was heavy with silence. Clouds drifted across a calm sky, and a full moon shone in the distance. In a small hut on the outskirts of the valley, an old man lay in bed, awake in the peaceful slumber of the village. His breaths came in rattling gasps, his forehead burned, and his joints felt stiff with pain. He shifted on the blankets, his withered hands clenched in fists as he tried to suppress the wave of bitter memories coming to him. His life had been nothing more than work, loss, tragedy. He remembered all of his hope, his ambition, in his youth, and he smiled bitterly. No one would remember him as the man that he had once hoped he would become. Now, as his breathing became heavier and he felt himself fading on the brink of

“Don’t look down” the wind whispers tenderly as it blows through my golden trusses. Trifling detailed fragments of snow fall from the skies above, meeting the horizon. They are the calmness in this storm. My storm. The jagged icy glaciers, sharp as a knife, smooth as silk, tower overhead. Every breath I take is a battle, every thought is a war and every step is one closer to the end.

Higher and higher he soars, through and above the colorful patches and swirls. It is here that the most delicate and tender leaves kiss the sun.

As if sensing me watching him, he glances up, his stare hitting mine. Giving me a slow, lopsided smile, he winks. But it’s not sexy. Not in the least. It’s creepy and uncomfortable. I glance away.

“Y-yes?” I stutter, playing at a young man in his early twenties still trying to make sense of the world, still nervous around women of such cadence and karat. She gazes at me in a vulnerable yet authoritative way from under lowered lashes, turning me red and blinking fast.

Kent does not respond. The brisk air makes him shiver. The once treasured scent of damp leaves now makes his stomach turn. Around him, everything seems sharper, more daunting. Shadows darken. Leaves suspiciously shift. The breeze hisses like a snake. A rope of emotion snares Kent’s chest. Gasping for air, he curls up further, shutting his eyes.

He had been walking somewhere on a road, in between buildings, he doesn’t know how long it’s been how long he has been walking. Night hauntingly shrouds his surroundings with darkness; the artificial lights seem so damn weak. They seem to only produce enough light to brighten a large moving box. The darkness stares him down, the cold presses against the bare skin of his arms. A hand squeezes his right shoulder he can feel the warmth through his shirt.

“Hey! Come on!” When my eyes bring the world into focus, I see the face of a man. He’s looking at me with a concerned expression.

He looks at me feverishly then it turns into a confused look as he sees me clutching my stomach,he seemed to have a revelation and he runs road-runner fast toward me.He cradles my head in his lap and stares into my heavy eyes,"Hey ,don't you close your eyes.You're are going to be fine, ok?"he seemed to be trying to convince himself,not

The life had been slowly escaping him, with his vision blurry and many of his bones broken. As he felt the life leaving him, the boy had been left with his eyes straight up to the night sky...but before he allowed his eyes fully close...the next thing he saw had surprised him.

My jaw drops as I look at him, I probably have bug eyes right now. Zee tilts his head as he looks at me confused. How does he not realize what he just admitted? I just smile not a nice smile an ‘oh you don’t even know’ look. “What?” He shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head.

His bare muscular body rolls over to face me, I turn naturally to face him only to see the whites of his eyes staring right at me.

Desire glimmers through his dull green eyes, youth glimmers through her tired olive eyes. She was sleeping, she was unaware of the suffering in the world around her, and the broken man sitting beside her. He was shattered and had been all his immortal life, he wanted her to care for him, he wanted her attention, but most of all he wanted her love.