As requested, here is a creative writing challenge.
Please write one detailed creative paragraph describing the image above. Be extra mindful of all the verbal feedback that I have been giving you recently in your narrative writing. Before you begin writing, think of what language/text features I would expect to see in the piece. Challenge yourselves, but remember the ‘Salt & Pepper’ approach.
Warning: posts with multiple punctuation errors will not be approved!
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She sits and waits patiently for her train. She knows it will never arrive. She sits and waits anyway. As she feels the smooth, leather surface of her empty suitcase and admires its silver locks she knows her train will never come. Everyone else in her family had been killed in a car crash and she was the only survivor.
She hears the rain gently splash against her black umbrella. Black like her feelings and the rest of the world. She wanted the rain to wash away all those feelings. She wanted to feel like she was going on an adventure. And that when she got back everything would be normal. Her suitcase, which may seem empty to the naked eye, was full. Full of hopes and dreams and wishes.
She watches trees sway in the wind and the red-brick pavement while it becomes engulfed in water. Her long brown curls slowly begin to droop down over her face, so she lets her eyelids droop and send her to sleep. ‘She’ was called Annabelle and little did she know it, but she was going to save the world.
The rain was relentless. It came down in waves, darkening and dampening everything. Puddles sprung to life as pellets of water crashed against the earth. The wind moaned and howled like a ghostly spirit and dragged with it a veil of stinging mist from the rain. It crept around her feet and suitcase, sneaking around like a serpent.
She continued to sit glumly as the faint, fluorescent beams of light from the train shine through the dark. Her feet began to freeze as the raindrops slipped into her shoes, making her socks wet. Her pupils dilated to the distant hills and trees that were standing around, looking around.
Her pale skin was protected by a coal black jacket that went down to her ankles. A
swampy green beret covered her messy hair. Both of her wet, smooth shoes rested on the rain covered path and she clutched her umbrella tightly, waiting for the train to arrive.
I waited.
I crouched down against the wet floor, waiting for the train to arrive. I knew it wouldn’t.
9:30am
I woke, with a weird and tangled feeling today wasn’t, well, today. Just like in the movies, the air was damp and it seemed like joy, life and colour was sucked out of everything. I was expecting something then, when I got a text message.
Mum: Food’s in the fridge, just got to go to auntie’s real quick. Meet you at the train station! XOXO
I groaned, then decided it would be better to eat cereal, instead of moaning at the text message.
After having the cereal, I thought it would be a good time to go to the train station. I ran, and soon got to the train station. I knew it. Today wasn’t today. Today was 2 years ago, if that even makes sense. How did I know this? Well, it was easy: I saw two men wearing back, shiny leather jackets. It- well, they, were my only fear. I rapidly ran to the other side as fast as I could, but got shot in my left leg. No wonder there wasn’t a mark on my leg today! They grapped me, and dumped me against the floor.
When I woke up, I was in the same place, just that it was night. I acted like I did two years ago – wait. Wait for the train to arrive.
I waited.
I crouched down against the wet floor, waiting for the train to arrive. I knew it wouldn’t.
The low rumbling sound of the train got louder as it approached with its blinding light. She waited patiently and watched the rain hammer down, spreading cold. Pellets of water drizzled down from the black umbrella: they dropped onto her boots and her icy hands. Mist curled around her feet as she observed the flooding train tracks.
The low rumbling sound of the train got louder as it approached with its blinding light. She waited patiently and watched the rain hammer down, spreading cold. Pellets of water drizzled down from the black umbrella: they dropped onto her boots and her icy hands. Mist curled around her feet as she observed the flooding train tracks.
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As the rain crashed down next to me I felt a sign of relife as I saw the big red steam engine cascade down the tracks towards me as it got closer it started to fade away at the same time eventually turning into thin air.What had just happened. Was it a hallucination from the lack of food and water she had packed for the journey ahead or was it that deep down she was waiting for a train that would never come.But it had seemed so real so dististinct.
We were waiting for the train to come. I went to get everyone a drink as i was told to do so. When I got back the only thing there was my suitcase and small sheet of paper. This is what was written on the paper. ‘The train came and we left you. None of us really liked
you anyway. You were spoiled and everything was always your way. You don’t deserve anything you have. We all planned this.’
That was it. That was all that was written. That was from my family. As I sat in my dirty used ripped up clothes, a person walked by. They looked me up and down with a disgusted face and grimaced.
It started raining so I pulled out my umbrella that had may wholes in. Was I ever gonna find my real home..?