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English Coursework Draft
Topic Started: June 7, 2009, 8:03 pm (43 Views)
risingdawn
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The person I met in heaven

A radiant source of light invaded my eyes. I could feel a common material under my palms, grit digging into my skin. A soft, moderate breeze ruffled my hair, strands falling against my face. I could smell a thick, heavy substance glide through my nostrils, sending me into an uncontainable coughing fit.

My eyes snapped open. The sun was right in my line of vision. I sighed. A sigh of content but also in wonder. Lifting myself up, I noticed a spacious cobblestone street surrounded by white-washed walls and little terracotta villas. A wide grin beamed across my face.

Nonchalantly wiping my palms along my dark-washed jeans, I lifted myself off the ground in one graceful move. I stared down the street. There was no ending. I walked forward, one awkward step at a time, admiring the surroundings. Almost halfway down the street, I stopped still. A charcoal grey sky loomed before me. “It’s always been like that.” I twisted on my heel to find a man around 45 years of age; shaggy dark brown hair, brown jeans and a beige shirt. It was my Dad!
“How do you mean?” I choked on my own voice.

“Take a look at the bungalow.” He replied with a calm air about him as he pounced off the wall. Sauntering up to me, he leisurely spun me around to my original position. Standing erect before me was a smoky, burnt-out building. “Your ... house.” I stuttered.

“Burnt down. I have an idea who, but I won’t get revenge. The gas was playing around anyway.” He laughed to himself, his hair falling about his face.

I plodded forward, faltering among the crisp garden, my face revealing an expression of shock. My feet planted me in front of the door. You would never have been able to tell it used to be red. But now, it was just a sooty black. As I moved my hand to push open the door, it suddenly fell in a puddle of wooden shards, turning slowly into a powder. I stared down at it in amazement. Absentmindedly, I pushed myself further and into the hallway.

Dad was already there, admiring his cabinet of smouldering model trains. “Weren’t you behind me?” I enquired quizzically whilst brushing my hands against the wallpaper. The blue and green stripes were barely visible to the naked eye. “Maybe I was, maybe I wasn’t,” he grinned, “This is heaven, darling.” His grin got wider, his teeth on show.
“Heaven?” My voice going up an octave.

“Yes. You’re dead. Which reminds me. I’m sorry I never noticed what happened. If I had known it would’ve been over quicker. You would’ve been able to stay in Portsmouth.” Dad’s smile disappeared as his head drooped.

“I know Dad.” I turned to look out the window. The glass pane was filled with ash. I wiped my fingers on the glass, painting a picture. I smiled to myself. A face appeared before me. “Our family is mixed ...” I had turned to face Dad. Shockingly he had disappeared, leaving me alone in this unstable structure. I panicked. “DAD!” I yelled into the house. I didn’t feel secure anymore. My body moved from foot to foot in terror, I needed to get out. I detoured back the way I came. Going through the door frame, I jumped over the powdered wood and some shrubbery. My foot touched the beginning of the cobbled street, terror etched in my face. And then, darkness.

You know that I want you
And you know that I need you
I want it bad, your bad romance
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