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| The Old man; something I wrote for higher english | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 8 2004, 06:49 PM (274 Views) | |
| Sooj | Dec 8 2004, 06:49 PM Post #1 |
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The silver beams of light stretched out from the moon and swept through the country-side, consuming all that challenged their existence. Every piece of green that was unable to take refuge in the dark shade was taken hold of and forced to grasp the blue gleam, never to let go. The surface of the trees danced in the wind with a majestic aura of divine serenity, while the waters of the earth reflected all the things that sparkled in the sky. The old man woke gasping for breath, the cold sweat dripping off his face like water dripping from melting icicles. Sitting up in bed he looked to his left, looking dazed and mildly confused reality struck and he wiped the sweat from his forehead. He lay back down, still edging to look at the unoccupied space that was once reserved for the only being that meant something to him. Getting out of bed he slipped on his slippers, getting to the kitchen was becoming a constant struggle that seemed to get harder every morning but he didn’t have a choice, walking into the kitchen, the old man truck the kettle which gave a dry, steamed hiss and then it silently hummed to it self. His troubled mind still in a sleepy daze, he dragged himself towards the nearest eye-levelled cupboard which he opened and like a magician pulling something out from his hat, the old man reached into the cupboard and pulled out a mug and a sugar bowl which reminisced yesterday’s cup of coffee. The kettle made its last noise, letting out a click which notified the old man that the water was ready. Pouring the water over the tea bag that had been dropped in the mug, the old man started to stir. The clock was still ticking away powerfully; there was no need to check the clock anymore, no need at all. The clock’s mighty heartbeat echoed throughout but nothing that stirred in the house caught the old mans attention. He heard it so many times before that it has become just another part of his life. He sat there, staring into the abyss, thinking about his dream. The dream was nothing new, he had seen and heard it before but, he still couldn’t relate to it, it didn’t seem familiar, he still doesn’t understand it. The dream, at first, seemed clear and focused but now, only a couple of minutes later; it’s a distant, vague memory. “Why can’t I remember it? What are you trying to say to me?” he said solemnly. Oh how he missed the company of another, having had no children only one person kept reappearing in his dreams and in his current state of mind – his wife. Now all that remains is him, his pride and the house with its many characteristics. “What have I done to deserve this?” the old man said a loud, “I have never hurt anyone, I’ve always been faithful to my wife, I’ve been working for most of my life, what have I not done that I was suppose to do? Have children? Don’t you think I wouldn’t have loved to have children? Not to have children is the decision me and my wife took. We do not wish our children to possess what I’m cursed with. Huntingtons chorea, I don’t know what I would do to myself for passing on such a curse to my loved ones.” He was shouting, he didn’t even notice that he was, his tears came rolling down, nothing was able to stop them; not even his attempt to wipe them away stopped his true feeling from showing. Two hours passed and keys started to rattle at the front door, the old man confused and a little bit fearful stealthily looked around to see Maureen burst through the door. Carrying shopping bags she went straight into the kitchen to put everything away in the fridge. “Hello Arthur, how are you feeling today?” her smiling was something to see, one might have first thought that a certain amount of plastic surgery had been done for ones skin to stretch so far. “Quite well thank you” he said after sipping his tea “Did you take your medication Arthur?” after uploading the items into the fridge she started to wash the dishes. “Erm...no, give it to me now” She dropped a tablet in an empty glass and served it in water. “So how are the kids” the old man continued trying to take full advantage of having the ability to talk to another human being. He got up and walked towards the fridge to see what she had bought. “Yeah, they are fine, you know, the usual. They are off from school so they are too busy terrorising the house” The old man laughed, “Ah kids…” he paused and felt empty and sick, “Take this for the kids.” He pulled out a bag of sweets. “Are you sure, you know they have plenty of sweets in the house and its only going to make them more hyper.” Knowing that the old man has only his pension to live off of she was always reluctant is taking stuff from him but she did in belief that she might offend him if she refused the offering. “If I wasn’t sure then I wouldn’t be offering it to you, now would I?” He smiled. “Ok, thank you.” She said with a smile “No, thank you. You do so much for me and ask for little in return” silence filled the air. “Oh, here is your pension.” She said abruptly, breaking the awkward atmosphere. She pulled out a couple of notes from her pocket and passed it to the old man “Do you need anything else Arthur?” “Did you get some milk?” “Yes.” “Then no, I need nothing more.” “Ok, I’m away then, Take care” she made her way to the door. “Yeah…goodbye.” He called after her. The door closed and everything went quiet again. The clocks heart was audible again. He was alone, yet again. The medication that was now fully dissolved in the water lay there. Standing up, the old man picked the cup up and spilled it down the sink. Sitting there, hands joined in prayer, the old man prayed for hours. We all realise how important a person is when they are no longer around. It is selfish for one to cry and want their deceased relative to remain with them forever. One day we all must go but we must only go when god calls for us. We should be happy and celebrate ones death as they are with god in heaven. We must believe that they are in a better place and they are enjoying themselves. Although they are gone to another place, we shouldn’t forget about them. Keep everyone, dead and alive in your prayers at all times. Two weeks after that day, the old man’s hair and nails ceased to grow and the clocks heartbeat could not be heard throughout the house. The kettle hissed and spat no more. |
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| Predslayer | Dec 8 2004, 10:49 PM Post #2 |
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ah :P as I said when I read it first time, t'is well good sooj |
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| FallenAngel | Dec 10 2004, 06:11 PM Post #3 |
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fuxing rawked :o |
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| Sooj | Dec 13 2004, 05:44 AM Post #4 |
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lol, thanks. Cool, love the sig man.Twin Snakes eh? B) |
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| sluyky | Dec 14 2004, 10:31 PM Post #5 |
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In what form did you write this? First person? 3rd person? Monalogue? It seems to cross over from bits a lil. Good story line and plot tho :) i'll rip it apart in a while :) |
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| Sooj | Dec 14 2004, 10:41 PM Post #6 |
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Don't know, I was half asleep when I wrote it which was a couple of hours before it was due. Yeah and in bio pred also pointed out that there are past and present terms used all over the place, meh I got a massive "excellent" smeared across the top by the slighty scitsophrenic(sp?) Mrs. armstong. *shudders*
Be gentle. |
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| sluyky | Dec 14 2004, 10:55 PM Post #7 |
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It does add to a unique effect, i must admit. I'll be gentle! *gets the lub* |
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| Predslayer | Dec 14 2004, 11:42 PM Post #8 |
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you scare me sly :P you also said the exact same thing as I did, you mixed up ure tenses a bit suji, but it was still damn good imo, especially for a first draft written at 2am :P |
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| Sooj | Dec 14 2004, 11:49 PM Post #9 |
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hahah...na 4 am mate. lol Lyk omg, its a difference of 2 whole hours...like omg... :P Man, I need a life... |
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| FallenAngel | Dec 15 2004, 08:58 PM Post #10 |
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