The world outside continued living. It shouldn't be. It shouldn't be working or playing. The world should be one of dullness, darkness, black. My mind is one long convulsion of emptiness, as is my heart and soul. The memories that cloud my mind are as grey as the moon that brightly shines in the dark blue of the night sky. Why should I be without my baby? He is far away in another plane of heavenly light. A realm of goodness and beauty but this is one of darkness and evil, and I am stuck. Cemented.
A wet tear slid down my dishevelled face as I remembered the happiness of my child in his confusing life. Fixated on the idea of growing up and living the life of a 'regular old joe'. The world outside is so unkind and harsh and cruel. The birds out of the window chirped happily, as though nothing happened. But something did happen. My heart and soul died before its time; crushed between the hands of Fate: the threads of Life were cut too soon. Yet, MY world is now changed, and the world beyond the wooden door exists unchanged. I must endure this dreary world - to prosper and survive - for my child.
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Writing descriptions
RandomHere I have some descriptions from different themes that I have written for English Language GCSE practice. Like fully kill me now. Any suggestions for other themes or inspirations are all welcome. Alright, enjoy whatever I've cooked up in my writin...
