Hi! I have two writing pieces that I am going to submit for school and wanted to share them here to see what peoples opinions on them are. If you have any advice or anything to say that would be great! I'm in year 10 by the way aiming to do eng lit 1 2 next year.
Silence.
Silence is maddest of all.
It hides behind crevices and corners, and echoes through churches
It whispers prayers and fears
Into the unsuspecting ears of those with tears
It creeps in the wind and rushes into stillness
It kills and it maims, it heals and it contains
It spears till red runs loose and rivers emerge
Envelopes fears till skin is bound and blood pumps steady
It changes the world without a single beat
It tears it apart as if it’s no great feat
It is loud and it is open; it listens and cares
To the quietest of souls and the largest of hearts
It is strong and direct, not by force but by courage
It plays peekaboo to those who dare
It brings peace to those who care
It saunters into the most beautiful days
And slithers into the darkest, and stays
Until all is broken with one shrill bang
And it screeches and shrivels and scampers
Back to the box it waits due time
Until it’s ready to play, after all
Silence is maddest of all.
Silence.
I'm off the edge of the cliff now, no going back. My foot slips, rocks clatter downwards, and I feel the cool breeze rush my back. The air in my lungs crawls out of my chest and my eyes bulge just a little.
8 seconds, that’s all I have, to lie here and wait. I am falling. I can taste the acid in my mouth, saliva that has formed in the panic up top. Salt from the bag of chips I demolished earlier that melds with sugar from the lollipop that still sticks out my mouth. They dance together on my tongue, a seance, a goodbye. It drops, the sweetness escapes and I hear the crunch as it plummets to the ground.
7 seconds, that's all I have. I watch the blue sky, and it gets further, a vivid blue so striking, like those of the tears leaking out of my eyes. A flock of seagull's hoot by, their great big wings flapping. I see the brown, crumbled edge, where 2 seconds ago I was upright. I watch the clouds that float along, the breeze that supports their way.
6 seconds, that’s all I have. I can feel rough branches through my fingers, with the soft green leaves that furnish their fingers. It was my last grab for life, ironic because it is life itself. Almost taunting me, in the way that it still lives and I will not. I pluck a leaf, so sweet and gentle. I throw it down and hear it hit the ground, stuff you plant.
5 seconds, that's all I have. I can hear cries of an old man who stands on the edge, with furrowed brows and hair that’s greyed, the eyes that have seen years now look like they may not see another. He yelps and yaps like an unknown animal, an eery screech that doesn’t seem to end. The sound works its way through my ear drums, and my head begins to pound.
4 seconds, that's all I have. 4 like the seasons of the year, each so harsh but beautiful and filled with their own mystery. The leaves that love autumn and the fire that loves winter, the flowers that love spring and the sun that loves summer. But I'm in another season, terror.
3 seconds, that’s all I have. I'm waiting is all I'm doing, waiting for the doom that is certain. It feels like much longer than mere seconds, but 3 is all I have now.
2 seconds, that’s all I have. I can smell a tinge of fire in the air; the smoke slithers up my nose and tickles behind my eyes. It is intoxicating and raw, my throat is so unbelievably sore and yet still it slithers through. A rush of wind follows suit and wipes out the smoke, but I think it takes my breath with it.
1 second, that’s all I have. My back is aching now, both of sadness and weakness, so terribly sombre that its giving up. I'm folding in half now, a sausage in bread, a book that's closing. I let it because it feels sort of graceful, and pretty soon I'm not waiting anymore. I let myself merge with the floor and suddenly I cannot feel anything more.
Thanks so much!
