The Park - Original Writing
25 June 6:00am. As the sun slowly begins to rise, a peaceful chirping
noise comes from the birds hidden amongst the trees. The park is about
to wake from its long, tranquil and peaceful sleep.
The woodland is beginning to arise-a humming grasshopper and the odd
droning bee. The sunlight shines, making tall beams of light through
the gaps in the branches of the trees. The tall night-scary trees
become friendlier in the early morning brightness. As the woodland
prepares for another swelteringly warm, sunny day the air becomes
moist and heavy, making it hard to breathe.
When the morning sunlight hits the tall metal structures of the play
park, they breathe a sigh of relief. They are about to be played on
again. The large space will soon be full of screaming, happy children
spending a fulfilled day on the many swings, slides and roundabouts
the park has to offer.
The two tennis courts do not get used much. They are protected by a
huge green wire fence, which keeps people not wanted on the inside, on
the outside just as walls keep intruders from a castle. The heavily
padlocked door remains locked as the key is kept in the firm grip of
the angry park keepers' hand.
Gentle rippling waves caress the surface of the pond. The reeds of the
pond sway gently back and forwards like adoring football fans with
their scarves held aloft at a football match while the moor hens begin
their everlasting quest for food jerking their heads like small black
snakes. The park is prepared for the grueling day ahead.
It was 6am and Barry the park keeper's alarm began ringing loudly.
Barry yawned and tried to wipe...
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temperate one.
The play park is again extremely empty and free from noise. Even the
swing has stopped its lonely, squeaking motion; the roundabout and
slides are still but there cold metal somehow retains a sense of heat
from the days burning sun. No child would recognise the play park as
the dusk intensifies and gathers the shadows to itself.
The smell of the grass was stronger and sweeter now. The whole park
was infused with the scent as sweet as meadow hay. The midsummer moon
rose from the dark rim of the wood almost as bright as the sun.
In the still water of the pond there was another moon and the reeds
rustled against each other in the cool, twilight air. The night was
only short and soon there was a paler glow in the eastern sky. The sun
was to return, to enlighten the park with another day.
... in the sky, described as a bright color change to a “sad universal tint of dingy purple” (216).
the larger one was the sun and it gave off a lot of light. Coyote told
alternating 6 month periods of light and dark. This is also the reason why the
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Unexpected inclement weather in the low 40s and nothing but a cardboard box to use as shelter in the rain.
In the distance to the West, the fiery and hazy sun had begun to sink below the horizon. The fuzzy outline of the mountains glowed orange, as if they were melting. In the form of cascading shades of gray to black to ink, darkness seeped in from the East.
and be able to see further than my nose. But, as I spun around, my
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