The sky was tranquillity married to the poetry of stars. It was the silence that caused the body to relax and let the heart go to a steady rhythm. Night came as a reward of sorts, a restfulness to calm a soul. I liked the darkness. It easily hides my flaws and guilt.
The eerie darkness of that night would never escape my mind. I clearly remember the pitch-black curtain and the twisted shapes of the stars made against the darkness. The milky speckles twirled and danced along the sky. I also remember the scream of Isla before she was murdered.
It was hard to shove away the worries corrupting my mind but eventually, I stopped walking. I stared up at the sky and studied the silver glow of the moon. She smiled down at me with such tenderness and love, it warmed my soul like a fireplace on a cold winter place. My eyes stung from the water which accumulated in my eyes. It felt good to cry. To let out every ounce of guilt and sadness brewing deep inside. To hide the fear and terror. To wash away the pain of losing the most important person of my life.
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IGCSE Narrative and descriptive Writing
Teen FictionThese are some of my 1st language English writings. It really helped me score good marks in English and it is pretty fun to read and write these stories. I really hope this can help you as much as this helped me.
