english class

hiya!

this is what i did in my english class today. i'm kinda proud of it so i'm going to post it.

Along the coast where the east wind blows and rattles windows, where the salty Atlantic gales breathe salt into the sweeping forests of maples and firs, where you can almost taste the crisp air, lies a little red cottage on the top of a hill. This is our house, our old house. It’s such a lovely house, but you closed all the windows and all the doors too, banishing light from the walls and floors. And when the watery sky caves in and dances with no one in particular on an autumn afternoon you’ll sit down in your old pine rocking chair and throw your head back and your eyes will crinkle at the corners when you smile down at me, and in that moment I realise that nothing will last forever and one day you’ll be gone. I know that day is creeping closer with each passing minute, the clock growing nearer to midnight with every step you take, and the only thing I can do is look into the glistening ocean and hope that maybe there’s a god out there, and that maybe he has a plan for you. Yet still the wind blows, still the cool, damp soil whispers tales of times gone by, her voice quiet yet melodic from between the roots of the trees and under my feet. On those autumn days where our little cottage shivers and the rain hums a rhythmic tune, I look up to the sky and think to myself – thinking about you and your eye crinkles and your stripy sweater, and what to do next. I think maybe I could save you, maybe I could stop time itself from snaring you inside its dark ribcage, maybe there’s a way out of this. Maybe there’s a way to stop the columns of this little red house from cracking, breaking one by one, no longer able to support the weight of the world.

I have absolutely no idea, and I am afraid.

The prompt was to write about a place close to us, so I wrote about Nova Scotia in Canada. I went to Canada last year with my dad and NS was probably the most beautiful place i've ever been to. the story is about a young woman and an elderly man (maybe her dad/grandpa) i saw going into the house next to where we were staying, and the young woman was fussing terribly over the man, who had a very carefree and laid-back demeanor.

i am proud of it, and i want to improve in the future. that's all for today!!

bye!