English paper 1- Imaginative writing piece
Dreary dull December. The festive season was never any different from the
previous years. Lonely and lacklustre was my feelings of Christmas, tainted.
Stained with monochrome memories.
Dew fell as a blanket over the Evergreen grass. The sky created a white glow as
the lights illuminated the city streets, like stars. I was devoid of such emotions.
Normal people walked about with a festive sprit but not me- I remained
particularly solitary, callous and cold. Not even the tantalizing tastes that
accompanied the festive season could remove the frost from my heart.
Every year destined to be the same, I isolated myself in the comfort of my
home- that didn’t feel much like home as I shut out any emotion. I hadn’t
always hated this time of year. It’s just over the years I have been stripped of
the joy I used to experience. My loved ones dwindled as the years flew past.
My shadow acts as more of a friend than any physical being ever has. The
chains of loneliness are held close and tight. There isn’t much to want to
celebrate or remain particularly zestful about nowadays. As the world outside
my window chimes in togetherness. Even though, I hated the damp and dreary
nights it never seemed to halt the jovial sprit of the children lined on the
streets outside my home.
The sheer joy that their screams let out as their excitement seemed to ripple
around the room- as smiles much like diseases became contagious.
That was the magic of Christmas!
Although back in my house, the joy had dispersed, the atmosphere was dim,
with nothing but a candle casting gloomy shadows around me. “There had to
be more out there than this”- I pondered to myself; As I looked with a slight
smile, out of the frosted window whilst the sun rose and light seeped in.
That was when, I heard the knock of the door, unsure if it was a product of my
imagination or not, with urgency about me I opened the door. In an instant,
the dew that had collected fell to the ground. I was greeted with faces, familiar
to me. Instantly I became filled with a rich warmth as arms wrapped around
me.
“Come on! Lets go “ my friends chanted as they encouraged me to come to
their Christmas party. With a spring in my step, I made my way to the party,
shortly after promptly changing into an appropriate outfit. I strode inside, the
Dreary dull December. The festive season was never any different from the
previous years. Lonely and lacklustre was my feelings of Christmas, tainted.
Stained with monochrome memories.
Dew fell as a blanket over the Evergreen grass. The sky created a white glow as
the lights illuminated the city streets, like stars. I was devoid of such emotions.
Normal people walked about with a festive sprit but not me- I remained
particularly solitary, callous and cold. Not even the tantalizing tastes that
accompanied the festive season could remove the frost from my heart.
Every year destined to be the same, I isolated myself in the comfort of my
home- that didn’t feel much like home as I shut out any emotion. I hadn’t
always hated this time of year. It’s just over the years I have been stripped of
the joy I used to experience. My loved ones dwindled as the years flew past.
My shadow acts as more of a friend than any physical being ever has. The
chains of loneliness are held close and tight. There isn’t much to want to
celebrate or remain particularly zestful about nowadays. As the world outside
my window chimes in togetherness. Even though, I hated the damp and dreary
nights it never seemed to halt the jovial sprit of the children lined on the
streets outside my home.
The sheer joy that their screams let out as their excitement seemed to ripple
around the room- as smiles much like diseases became contagious.
That was the magic of Christmas!
Although back in my house, the joy had dispersed, the atmosphere was dim,
with nothing but a candle casting gloomy shadows around me. “There had to
be more out there than this”- I pondered to myself; As I looked with a slight
smile, out of the frosted window whilst the sun rose and light seeped in.
That was when, I heard the knock of the door, unsure if it was a product of my
imagination or not, with urgency about me I opened the door. In an instant,
the dew that had collected fell to the ground. I was greeted with faces, familiar
to me. Instantly I became filled with a rich warmth as arms wrapped around
me.
“Come on! Lets go “ my friends chanted as they encouraged me to come to
their Christmas party. With a spring in my step, I made my way to the party,
shortly after promptly changing into an appropriate outfit. I strode inside, the
