English - Pupil Work
My hands are gilded in the golden light as I raise them up into the sun's rays; the crystal-clear, blue sky reflects its exotic hue onto the cooling wash of water that glides past my fingers that dangle off the side of the boat. A variety of grasses and flowers brush my forearm as we float past the bank; the diamond jewels of the water brush my fingers, creating perfectly circular ripples for eternity. The soft, sweet juice of ripe, vibrant berries lingers on my lips before a sharp acidic taste of lemon suddenly fills my mouth - the two flavours mix and mingle, swirling and swaying until the taste fades. I look to see the sun being engulfed by the clouds; the boat starts to rock backwards and forwards. I jump onto the grassy bank and start to run, running past the pansies that now mock me, grab me; running through the lower branches of the trees using their long claws to reach me. I can see the gate ahead. I urge my legs to move faster, faster - desperate to escape this nightmare.
Mariella M-S - Year 8
Inspired by ‘Rebecca’.
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