The Unexpected - Original Writing
The full moon gives the only light in the otherwise dark summer night.
The weather is warm with a cool soothing breeze, rocking the trees in
a timeless motion back and forth. The Stockholm suburbs are dark and
so quiet that if a hare would run across the street you would hear
him. The neighbourhood cats sit in the dark corners of the gardens,
quietly, motionlessly, listening for any movements, waiting for any
possible prey to attack. The main road is large and is the only
connection to the city. It passes through the neighbourhood and leads
to the only castle in the area. The road was made especially for that
castle after a lot of argumentation by the people living there. The
castles huge rear is always giving you the impression of royalty and
mystery; it was old and was once built by a queen, who built it with
many secret passages so it would be easy for her to escape, because
she was afraid of being killed. It gave the neighbourhood its timeless
accord.
The high music was the only thing interrupting the peaceful harmony in
the neighbourhood. The cats escaped it to the gardens further down the
road. The houses were dark and empty; no one could miss the party. The
music came from the castle garden where the smell of beer from the
bar, mixed together with the smell of grilled meat and music to give
the neighbourhood a different atmosphere. The dance floor was crowded
with people trying to dance, and the bar was filled with people
drinking and chatting but still no one could take their eyes of her.
She was the owner of the castle. She was the only inheritor of the
castle which meant that her ancestors were royalty. Her face was firm
with a childish look to it, making it impossible for anyone to
determine her age. She had a small mouth with naturally red lips which
contrasted with her perfectly lined white teeth, which were revealed
whenever she smiled.
I had to find somewhere to hide. If I didn’t, I would be caught. I
Over the years, Queen Regaena had amassed a large fortune of gold and wealth in her family treasury. Her greatest fear was that the workers who constructed the castle would remember the hidden location of the royal treasure room. She sat in a chamber in
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My writing as a poet has been heavily influenced by writers like Langston Hughes, Nikki Giovanni, Alice Walker and Slam poets such as Black Thought and the Last Poets. These writers write and speak about the struggles and uniqueness of Black culture. Their individual experiences and political stances as well as the influences of other artist are evident in their work. For example in Giovanni’s poem “Revolutionary Music” she quotes some of the lyrics from Sam Cooke and James Brown to illustrate her personal views on racism and the equal rights movements. Hughes in his piece titled “Message to the President” skillfully incorporates the political events of his time into his poem using it to sardonically articulate his view on racial inequalities that were occurring in his time. Black Thought and the Last Poets utilize jazz and urban hip hop along with their idea of Black to relay their message.
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