In
My Preadolescent Eyes
The breath
of the night surrounded me as I stood motionless and alone. I was positioned on
top of a pile of dead leaves and branches, terrified to shift any inch of my
body. My imagination was stimulated to an extreme where every noise suggested
danger. The smell of evil reeked around me. I felt the icy drop of sweat on my
face, which crawled down my right cheek. My cheek which was
flushed. Burning hot. Scorching
red. My chest felt sore, hardly capable of taking a proper breath.
Another drop of ice then crawled down my cheek, but this time the liquid
particle was thinner. It was a tear drop.
My senses
were amplified; sounds which used to be barely noticeable seem to shatter my
ear drums now. The spider webs which swept against my arm triggered a shiver in
my spine. With difficulty, I took a step forward but felt like I was trapped in
a net. Trapped in a net or better so a nightmare where I just want to awaken.
Simple shadows from the trees transformed into menacing monsters. Just like the
ones that used to live in my closet.
Stars
floated in the dark night sky, like eyes inspecting me. I feel nervous. Worried. Uneasy. It seemed like the
worms in the soil were making more noise than the steam train which used to
blast past my cottage, back at home. Many thoughts pierced into my mind, but
they didn’t stay long enough to develop. As I recognized one sound, one
movement, another one approached me.
The sourness
in my stomach reached my mouth. The unpleasant taste of
bitterness. I craved for company. Anyone. Anything. Stuck in a terrifying place which I didn’t think I
could escape. My hands trembled. My body frozen. Afraid to breath in this air. The smell of the unique forest
which I would have enjoyed smelt like poison.
Scared
to death. My mind not in control of my
body anymore. I drift away from my thoughts. Moving
with no control. Distancing myself from my emotions.
Using my natural instinct. That was the feeling of
being lost. But I was determined to find my place here.
Rationale
My aim in
this paragraph, is to create a character. I was
looking to create one which is scared and alone in a forest at night. A young boy who is lost but manages to get on his feet and do
something despite how terrified he is.
Firstly, I
concentrated on the five senses: sight, smell, touch, sound and taste. He sees
nearly nothing, the darkness enfolds him. The breath of the night
surrounds me. He smells nearly nothing. His senses are starting to become numb.
He thinks it is poison. His touch is the most powerful sense at this point. He
feels his sore chest, the drop of ice, and the spider webs
against his arm. Sounds are distorted, amplified. His taste is something
unreal, something in his mind only.
In this
piece, I tried to vary my sentence lengths. The majority of the sentences are
quite long but I cut it down to one worded sentences such as worried. uneasy. anyone. anything.
I think this gives an effect as it makes the writing rhythmic, and highlights
the words which are singled out. Making it more obvious to the reader what I am
trying to put in spotlight.
I used
comparison with his surrounding at that moment and how it was like back home.
Comparing the silhoutte of the trees to
the monsters his closet and the worms in the soil to the sound of
the loud steam train. I think that by mentioning the monsters in the
closet, it suggests how old the boy is. The reader can guess that he is fairly
young as he still believes in monsters – which happen to be entirely fictional.
Phrases were
included in my paragraph which were not complete possible but with a little
imagination are possible. Such as, the smell of evil.
I find this quite effective as it is not an ordinary, everyday saying.