My journey

Personal/Creative Story English coursework
Chirag mitwani 11j


The cold had swept in to my mind, I had seen too little for an ending. The door glazed into me at a point of blank sense. Across the street was a simple shop lying beneath a haul of trees, everything felt descended. The green light was flashing and the skies faded in to a pulsing blue. The footpath locked in to a staircase. Reality wasn’t a factor of this procedure. The intensity felt high was sorrow. Only one word told me a thousand pictures. Having slowly walking towards the end of the street a small flashback of a young person living a simple life in my neighbourhood had me thinking. By now I had reached a kerb, which had a strange slope as if it was saying something, only twenty feet from the corner shop. My legs felt isolated from my nervous system and unusually dense. An intense feeling of dejavow had flashed through my eyes. I saw the door as it rushed through my hand. “ One Stop Shop ”...