Creative Writing

A city at night

I had finally reached my destination, Hong Kong. As I strolled out of the clustered subway my eyes glittered with excitement, my two lengthy hour journey was over. The lights sparkled magnificently like glitter dust in an assortment of colours in the sky. The mayhem traffic on the narrow roads resembled a war zone. The atmosphere was murky, the uncontrolled smoke from the raring car exhausts made me feel as if my throat was clogging up, I began to cough vigorously.

My stomach began to rumble as I glanced at all the elegant restaurants, one of which grabbed my attention, its sign stood out reading “ sushi supreme” I decided to take a look inside. A young attractive waitress wearing a traditional oriental dress approached me and said “Why not try, you’ve got nothing to lose” her attempt to persuade me had paid off. As I perused the well-addressed menu I was slightly put off by the unreasonable prices, but I thought to myself its not every day that yo...