Creative Writing My Life - 771 Words

He stood tall in the small crowd, no one seemed to notice him leaning against the pole, eyes glued to his phone. I watched him from across the room, his chocolate curls swept to the right a small ringlet protruding the opposite way in protest. He catches me staring, as he looks up, he flashes a mouthful of perfectly straight white teeth. Looking away, I try not to be obvious, I glance back in hope of catching another glimpse of this perfect human but my heart sinks as the slim figure is nowhere to be found. A firm finger taps my shoulder, turning to see who requests my attention I realise it’s the guy from across the room. â€Å"Hi i’m Tom†. A deep English voice fills my ears, his voice bringing me comfort and excitement. I feel small as I look†¦show more content†¦Trudging along the cobblestone path I feel eyes watching my every move following me as I walked along side a man I just met. Trying not to look down every alleyway as my imagination runs wild with fear of what, or rather who could be lurking in the shadows. I keep my eyes forward in the hope that we’ll soon be out of the dark. A large shadow grows beneath the low light of a street lamp up ahead; uncertain of its cause my body is consumed by apprehension. Focusing on the clicking of my heels as we neared the shadow I proceed with caution, dashing past the alley, turning only to see a large rodent scamper across Tom’s foot. â€Å"Hey, you alright?† In my alarmed disposition Tom’s voice gave me comfort â€Å"Uh yeah i’m fine, I just thought it was going to be something else†, hearing the shakiness in my tone Tom stopped turning to me he slid off his shearling coat offering it to me with the kindest of smiles. Not taking no for an answer, he draped the coat over my numb shoulders. Leading out of a one way street and into the city lights I found my cheeks aching from the ecstatic smile plastered across my face. Stopping in my tracks i t suddenly clicked that i’m halfway across the world; with the London eye standing high above me, every carriage lit up as though it was a dream. Continuing on Tom turned back waiting for me to join him in line for tickets. Consisting mostly of asian tourists the line moved sluggishly as the large wheel spun on it’sShow MoreRelatedCreative Writing : My Life1474 Words   |  6 Pagesthat trap you. Toxic plotting cleared the air as the slow creak of the door echoed in the room. Mouths silenced and heads bowed in submission, they were playing the part, cautious and fearful. Hearts spoke prayers in hope of invisibility. From under my eyelashes I faintly distinguished the singed fringes of his tightly wound lace. Feet like anvils, glided across the glossed floor which contrasted with the ebony skinned boots. Thick at the soul and polished at the toes, they deceitfully drifting smoothlyRead MoreCreative Writing : My Life824 Words   |  4 Pagesof it is gone from my memory. My desk sat second in the column, the fifth and furthest row from the door. The movie Sybil wrapping up on the screen off to the side of me. We all sat in the general sleepy fog as the lights switched back on, putting the room back into normal academic mode. My eyes shot around the room, spending a second to scan all the cheesy teacher posters and quotes from Freud that hung on the walls. I yawned as my eyes zo ned out, hearing bits and pieces of my peers comment on theRead MoreCreative Writing : My Life1380 Words   |  6 Pagesgreat time with my new friends. We spent some time walking around the mall, stopped for lunch, and headed back home. John wanted me to go back to his apartment, yet I felt too uncomfortable being alone with him in his domain. â€Å"Thank you, once again for taking me,† I say as I exit the car. â€Å"Thanks for coming out with us,† says Patsy. This time, I wait by the building door and wave them goodbye before heading inside. As I skip my way up the stairs, ready to tell Alice about my day, my phone shrillsRead MoreCreative Writing : My Life966 Words   |  4 Pagesin. Today was August 2005, and school was nearing a little bit faster than I had hoped. I was on the swing, reading one of my favorite books. The blue bird in the distance called out, and I slowly drifted into sleep. â€Å"Calla Andrews you better get your butt up!† Mom yelled to me. I jerked awake, opening my eyes to a tall figure. My entire family had brown eyes, except me. My little brother constantly reminded me of that difference, and sometimes asked if I was adopted. Mom had always laughed atRead MoreCreative Writing : My Life1063 Words   |  5 Pagesaround us. Theres twenty of us all wearing the same dark blue shirt with the saying NYG 2016 stripping the sleeve we all crawl out the door our eyes drooping, backs slumped, legs moving like a baby preparing for walking. My hands fall and fingers go limp as I throw my arms to my side, we head out the door, leaving behind the place on high alert. With thousands of people passing through every day, many sleeping on the black seats that are in rows. Stores, and restaurants that were way overpriced,Read MoreCreative Writing : My Life887 Words   |  4 Pagesright away, making my stomach turn. I continue to walk around the corner, feeling a slight pulse in my ears. â€Å" Have a seat here. â€Å" the office r points to the end stool near the white painted wall. I drag my feet as I walk to the sit stool that connects to the dividing wall, and face the glass. On the other side of the glass is a empty chair that will soon to be filled with many things. â€Å" Remember that I can hear your conversation. â€Å" the officer looked me cold into the eyes, I nodded my head and triedRead MoreCreative Writing : My Life900 Words   |  4 Pagesthe back doors. As my mom and I left the driveway I waved out the window to lucy- the landlord who has been our landlord since I was born. (14 years ago)- and I turned around, placing my headphones on my head. My mom (who was driving) rolled her eyes. â€Å"All teenagers do is listen to their music,† she said thinking I couldn’t hear her. â€Å"Actually, I am listening to a book, thank you very much,† I stated as I took off my head phones. I think I scared my mom. We giggled. I rested my head on the body ofRead MoreCreative Writing : My Life1325 Words   |  6 Pagesstood waiting for you in my apartment, staring out the black window. My reflection in the warm pale light, legs crossed, half-sat on the arm of the broken sleeper sofa, drinking a beer from the corner store up the street. The lamp on the end table next to me, the rest of the room mirrored behind. Taupe walls, dusty gray carpet, slow-spinning ceiling fan. The shine of the microwave in the kitchenette. Cabinets, sink, refrigerator. The high black table at the tile edge. My bed pushed up in the backRead MoreCreative Writing : My Life830 Words   |  4 PagesWhen lunch period came around, I stepped out of my previous classroom and started walking towards the cafeteria to look for Niall. I turned the corner stepping towards the cafeteria entrance when I feel a strong grip tug on my arm. I turn my head in time to see a closed door. I smell the faint cologne Ive grown to feel nervous around. What are you doing, Harry? I ask looking up at his face hidden in the shadows of his features. Howd you know it was me? He asks chuckling and pushing his curlsRead MoreCreative Writing : My Life1895 Words   |  8 Pagesâ€Å"Ms. Swan we have to stop meeting like this.† I’m sure my mouth is doing a perfect imitation of a fish as I stand staring at him. What is he doing here?! His jade eyes seem to almost shine in the evening light, his hair caught in the faint rays of sunlight left, a small smile on his face. What seems like a few hours later, but I’m sure is only a few seconds I finally respond. â€Å"Wh- What are you doing here Edward?† â€Å"Well†¦Ã¢â‚¬  He pauses. â€Å"I couldn’t stop thinking about you after we spoke this morning