Describe a piece of furniture that is important to you.
Every time my gaze shifted to the chair opposite me whenever I was working on my laptop in the kitchen, it never failed to linger longer than I would intend.
It was my grandmother's favorite chair.
It wasn't anything too grand, a humble, maroon cushion bleached by the scorching sun and shaped by time, held by a birch wood frame with faint crayon marks from back when little me thought the boring, old chair could use a "makeover". The frail, wooden frame would creak under her weight, groaning, as if begging to retire.
I remember she used to sit there whenever she was cutting up a myriad of vegetables to make me yet another pot of warm soup. Her legs were not the best. I could still hear the faint, rhythmic noises of the glinting kitchen knife as it hit the wooden cutting board, and smell the faint, lingering scent of a secret blend of spices added to her soup – one which will forever remain a mystery to me.
I remember the grunting of the chair every time she shifted her weight, every time she leaned down to offer me a piece of raw, crisp carrot i used to beg for that was meant for the soup. I remember trying to get on the chair that towered over my toddler form to no avail. I remember when she held me close on her lap on that same chair, her plump hands guiding mine as she taught me how to decorate my favorite red velvet cupcakes, the wafting smell of raw eggs and the slightly oily plastic piping bag that I may have squeezed a bit too hard on one too many times.
Standing here now, I noticed how much things had changed. I was no longer the little kid that whined for her grandmother's attention. I was a young adult now, and it was me who towered over the chair.
And even though the chair had sometimes blocked the view of the outside, I could never bear to move it. The scintillating rays of the sun still fixed it in gold, like years ago when Grandma was still there to cast a warm shadow on it and listen to my obnoxious rambling. The fan was still adjusted to blow every few seconds on the specific spot on the table where she always sat.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that I wouldn't trade this chair for my life.
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Descriptive + Narrative Writing + Random short stories
General FictionI took inspiration from a few websites!!!!! + I just wrote them as practice for my exams in no way this is perfect!!!! I was just proud of these because my writing isn't normally this good (my standards are low)
