English Coursework
CREATIVE WRITING

It is Winter, 5 am in the morning, pitch black, and not a sight to be seen. My eyes try to familiarise with the darkness and my senses become alert as if I were prey and was being hunted. Within, the cabin is a distinctive mahogany smell and as I get up my ears are deafened by the creakiness of the bed and the sound of floor board underneath the carpet. Slowly opening the door, I am blinded by the bright light of the fire which was burning overnight, there was something about this cabin that didn’t feel right, yet I avoided that strange feeling.

All the people of the dumbfounded town are sleeping now and it seemed like I was the only human being awake in this world. The only thing that felt right was if I went for a run. Usally my morning routine starts off depending on what season it is, and because its winter, its slightly more difficult to contain the shivers in your body dancing about. Winter mornings are the worst, no light to be seen in the morning and less light to enjoy in the day. In Winter it only seems that happiness is temporary.

Now 5:30 and tiredly putting my robe on I see some red eyes peeking through the door. Thinking it’s an intruder, my heart starts firing up like an engine and then stupidly realizing it’s the stray cat that wonders around the lost town and surprisingly ends up in my cabin stranded like an island in the woods. Now only The cat and I are awake while all the teachers, postman, children, farmers, dressmakers are encaptured by their dreams. Horses lay in the hay, cows in their byres and the cats and dogs in the tight alley ways where they lay innocently.

Ten minutes, from my cabin is the most beautiful area in these woods. It is the only place where the sound of the waves gently clashing together and the astonishing scenery would bring back the chilhood memories. It is 7:00 now and I can hear the sun rising and the hushed town yawning. I decide to put aside my breakfast which was still sizzling on the plate and go out into the coast.

Wandering around this place, engulfed by my thick robe, I stare around me with dissapointment. The once crystal clear and dazzling sea is now ravaged by the pollution and waste created by the corrupt government and manipulated society. However, the coast was a place where everything is still and silent and is a childhood memory that will last a lifetime. There is a chill breeze in the air which makes the Goosebumps on my body stand up like soldiers. Looking over the coast I see the old abandoned shops that once used to ravage with people and now the scenery that it holds seems like a horror story. My eyes look over this scenery while I reminisce about happier times spent on the diving board, and how I used to fly through the air, just like a dolphin gliding through the ocean. My eyes fade in and out of focus as my vision is replaced by one from a long time ago. With a heartfelt sigh, I look around this deserted coast and start my way back to the cabin.