Descriptive Writing Coursework
Watching, surveying, observing all day and all night I blend into my surroundings, unseen, hidden. Thousands of busy people walk by, not knowing about me and the life they force me to live: in fear. Early in the morning I wake, aware of the hidden dangers I face every day, just to stay alive.
It's early, but time does not effect me, only actions. I already see groups of people making their way round hundreds of racks of clothes, searching for the greatest find like a vultures searching for prey. As I crawl round the sideboards, always hidden, never seen, I come to the focal point of this gigantic building; ; a huge water display runs from dusk to dawn, continuously pumping water through and out of its spouts, perfectly placed to create amazing images of fish, animals and patterns. The water shimmers in the early morning light, making a gushing sound as it flies through the air and lands with a splash. A show not to be missed by anyone, it often puts me into a trance for hours at a time.
Every second, people push themselves through the large, crystal clear doors at the end of the passageway made up of boutiques and outlets. I scurry towards the end of the passageway, to gaze upon the natural, unreachable beauty of the mountains, standing majestically in the distance, away from the hustle and bustle of my life, sitting in peace and quiet. I tear myself away from my image and head back as the afternoon rush begins. Thousands of people begin to pile in to the restaurants, stuffed in like sardines.
The clatter of knives and forks rings round ...
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Every second, people push themselves through the large, crystal clear doors at the end of the passageway made up of boutiques and outlets. I scurry towards the end of the passageway, to gaze upon the natural, unreachable beauty of the mountains, standing majestically in the distance, away from the hustle and bustle of my life, sitting in peace and quiet. I tear myself away from my image and head back as the afternoon rush begins. Thousands of people begin to pile in to the restaurants, stuffed in like sardines.
The clatter of knives and forks rings round the expansive maze of shops. Everyday life surrounds me, acting as if I am part of it: but I'm not. I hear about how someone scored a last minute goal, one person was going to run the marathon and so on but it will never affect me. I slowly trudge away from what I wish to be and like everyday, I promise not to go back and listen... but I always do.
As I head towards my favourite place, a delicious smell slowly drifts upwards towards my nose, I sniff and grin in delight. The smell of freshly baked cookies allows me to relax and forget all my troubles. I bathe in the aroma and lie there for 10 minutes, content to just think about what is right in the world. I finally drag myself away and head upwards, towards the roof. From here I see thousands of people below me like ants in an ants nest, shuffling in and out of shops laden with overpriced goods and designer clothes, It makes me wonder what pushes people to want to get shoved around just so they can get 10% at the new sale at Debenhams.
As midnight approaches, hundreds of people gather to watch the entertainment on in the great hall, all other shops closed and dark: barren. But just meters away from the silence, hundreds of people gather to watch a spectacular light show, I watch, still amazed by what can be done by a few simple lights. The audience gasps and chatters in amazement at the creations that come to life on-screen. After ten minutes, the show ends and, after a long, loud, whistling round of applause, the audience scrapes their chairs back and walk excitedly away, chatting about the show they just saw and how they had a great evening.
The place is deathly quiet, gentle hissing as air escapes from the air conditioning sounds as if the place itself is heaving a sigh of relief after a hard day. The darkness envelops what the distant shoppers have left behind; the hustle and bustle of everyday life forgotten. The full moon projects shreds of light towards the stained glass dome, and rays push their way through to gently light up a secluded scene of forgotten memories.
The only sound to be heard is my feet, tip tapping on the ground as I scurry towards my destination. I pass the water feature, once vibrant and beautiful, now dull and uninteresting. At then end of the passageway I see my reflection in the doorway, its unusual in the darkened light but comforting, takes away the everlasting loneliness for a brief second. My eyes see past the reflection and towards the mountains again, but I do not feel the same peacefulness, they look dark and imposing, as they always do at night.
I sit there, still and silent for a long time, but move on eventually. The lingering smell of cookies enters my nostril yet again and should fill me with the same sense of joy but the deep dark colours of my surroundings prevent the joy I felt earlier. I trudge slowly homewards, dragging my feet on the floor. I know that day will come again, and I can have new experiences and feel great happiness, but the loneliness and helplessness of the darkness covers me like a blanket
I finally make it home and manage to rest my tired body. I prepare myself for the adventure and experiences that the next day shall bring with my dreams full of the vibrancy and happiness that daytime and the people bring. I know that whatever happens, I will always feel great delight when daytime comes and sadness with night, like a circle turning and turning forever.
By David Bruce