A Creative Piece

Tommy breaks the silence. ‘Do you think we will come back? I mean does anyone want to?’ he questions. Chase playfully shoves him. ‘Don’t be stupid. Of course we will’ he laughs. In the rear view mirror a last glance of what was fades. Laughs and smiles had danced along the sand. An ice cream scoop had fallen to the ground from a child’s cone but the ice cream man had been kind enough to provide him with another. My shoes had swung in my hands as I ran between sandcastles.

Now we are submerged into the back of a worn truck. A drop of sweat clings to Tommy’s neck. Even though the windows are open we are imprisoned in a sea of hot air everywhere. ‘Is no one afraid… of what's to come?’ Ebony quietly mutters as she tugs her hair behind her ears.

‘What? Why are you talking about that now?’ Chase answers whilst quickly turning his head back to look at her. Her head bows when these words hit her as she’s weighed down by them. ‘Chase seriously’ I scowl at him. ‘It’s okay Ebony, it’s inevitable.’

‘I guess’ she answers as she pulls another strand of her hair behind her ear. We all face the back of the car ahead. She’s opened a door to a room that I’ve kept closed all summer in my head. I say it’s okay but is it? I appear to only speak the words that I wish I could believe. I yearn the stability of knowing what I want to do but its presence never lingers long enough for me to make a decision. For the last three years I’ve been living, making decisions only when the deadline has awoken. All I know now is I want to be happy.

I've been really hesitant as whether to upload this or anything else creative but I’ve done it because I know that my writing will change over the next few weeks, months and years. I forget that so often and it prevents me from uploading things. If you ever fear uploading something because you think it’s not good enough, just do it. With writing I feel you grow and change. So when you’re writing is different than it was a few months ago, it’s due to the fact that you’ve changed. We are constantly changing, as we do so does our writing. Our writing is a part of us. In a way I find my writing from months or weeks ago like those childhood photos of me: they make me cringe and I try to hide them as I’ve changed so much but them being there actually results in me appreciating the fact more that I’ve had the opportunity to change and develop more. I’m going to stop rambling on and I hope you can understand what I mean above. Anyway hopefully in a week to come I will have a full post explaining what I mean and it will be understandable.

If you’ve read this far thank you and I hope you have a good week. I will be in the rain collecting information for my geography GCSE controlled assessment on a beach in wales.