Last year I did a creative writing course with the open university, and these are the final pieces I wrote for my exam. I was really really ppleased becuase even though reading these back now I would change tons of things, I came out with the highest pass mark and a massive boost to my confidence!
This first one was supposed to written in the style of a child, in the aftermath of an acciedent.
Daddy had said that he would give me a packet of Haribo if I was a good girl at the dentist. But I
hated the dentist. It smelt funny. Daddy drove to the car park by the pet shop that smelt like my old blanket. He parked the car and got me out of my seat in the back.
“Hold on tightly to my hand.” He said, and then grabbed onto my wrist aswell. It hurt a little, so I started to fidget, but Daddy just held on tighter.
We walked quickly down the high street. I kept slipping in the icy puddles, so Daddy had to
put me up onto his shoulders. I felt like a giant; I could see all the way down to the park at the end of the street.
We turned down another street and I could see a lot of people standing around outside of a
shop. I could tell that they were arguing because they kept throwing their hands around, and that’s what Mummy and Daddy did when they argued. There was a really fat policeman that looked like the controller from Thomas and the Tank Engine. He was being bossy and asking lots of questions, which was making all of the other people angry, but he was making me smile. I wanted to know what had happened, so I asked daddy.
“The police are closing the shop.” He mumbled.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because they have to.”
“Because some horrible people decided to…”
“Daddy look at that man! He’s bleeding!”
Daddy quickly took me down from his shoulders and gave me my Haribo before I even got to
the dentist. I was happy because he had got me the fizzy ones that I like to put on my tongue until they melted.
When we got to the dentist I started to cry because I was scared and I had finished all of my
Haribo. The dentist put me in a really comfy chair, and that cheered me up because he kept moving it up and down. The other dentist, who was a girl, like me, sat near my head. She smelt of roses and I could hear her earrings jingling together.
“Did you see what happened? She asked my Daddy.
“No, we walked straight past.” Daddy grumbled.
“Well it was very dramatic.” The flower lady said, “The police were called out first thing this morning because a gang of men showed up and…”
“Yes we saw it on the news.” Daddy said, raising his voice a little and looking at me funny. I was
shocked because Daddy had stopped the lady from talking, and he had told me that that was rude.
“Sorry.” The lady said. Then she looked at me funny too.
After the dentist had cleaned and counted my teeth, Daddy put me up onto his shoulders
again and we walked a different way back to the car. When we got home Mummy was waiting with two policemen, and Daddy wasn’t at all happy about that.
The second was to write a scene around an emotion.
Jeanine had fiery red hair and feline green eyes. She had a band of freckles covering her small red nose, but they were covered by a constant layer of harsh make up. She wore a tight, knee length skirt with a floral patterned shirt tucked into an elaborate waist belt. Her coat was draped over her arm and she held her shoes in her hand, to stop them rubbing her heels. She was in her early twenties and a university drop out. She had given up after three weeks when the work got boring. She now lived on the edge of town, in a block of run-down flats. She lived alone, but compensated for that fact by going out each and every night. She had lost contact with her parents at the age of sixteen, and now she attempted to look after herself.
Jeanine stood in the darkness of an abandoned alley, clinging onto a dirty green handrail that
was covered in old chewing gum. The ghostly alleyway was dark and eerie. Water was dripping down the dirty walls, weeds were breaking through the cracks in the pavement and the end of the street was hidden in mysterious shadow.
The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, and goosebumbs rose up all over her body, so
that she felt sudden shivers run all the way down her spine. Blood rushed through her veins and
Jeanine could feel it pulsing in her clenched fists. Her sporadic breathing was harsh and was making her throat dry and sore. Her knees were trembling as the bitter wind blew through the alley, catching old food containers and rubbish that hadn’t been cleared away in years.
She walked towards the shadows. Jeanine could hear a fox rummaging around in the large
wheelie bins, trying to scavenge a meal for itself. Further away, Jeanine could hear cars speeding past on the main road, and the brakes sqealing and the tyres skidding. Her footsteps echoed off the alley wall, like she was the only person around for miles, but Jeanine was in no hurry to get back to her silent flat. The rooms were so empty that only darkness filled the spaces where the furniture should have been.
She eventually stumbled back to her block of flats, and spent ages searching for her key in the
dim and flicking light. Somewhere in the building she could hear people arguing and a baby crying. A man was sitting on the steps, smoking and staring at her. Jeanine turned round and looked out at the town. The surrounding houses were in darkness, their curtains drawn firmly shut, but they still looked more appealing than her flat. She reluctantly made her way up the stairs, being careful not to hold onto the broken rail. She collapsed onto her threadbare couch and stared out at the houses in the distance, wishing that she could be feeling as safe as the people in them.
I don't remeber the criteria for the third but here's the story anyway!
The six lane highway towered over the busy California city. The palm trees swayed in the light
breeze, and the calm blue sea washed up onto the gentle sloping sandy beaches. On the horizon, thick smog blocked out the clear blue sky, but the suns rays still forced their way through and made the leather seats in my car hot and sticky.
I sped down the highway without a care in the world. My music was turned up to the highest
volume, and I coudn’t hear a thing. I could see my car bonnet gleaming as the hot California sun
reflected off it, making me squint as I struggled to see the cars infront of me. Hanging from my rear-view mirror was a bracelet of small colourful rosary beads that my girlfriend had given me. I cut across three lanes to make a swift andstylish exit from the highway, and within seconds I
reached the town. I slowed only a fraction, so that I could show off my sleek new sports car.
Up ahead of me I could see the traffic lights turning from green to red, so I slammed my foot
down on the accelerator and laughed as the engine came to life beneath me. An old hunchbacked
woman gingerly stepped out into the road infront of me without looking. Fear washed over me and froze my brain. Pure panic seared through my veins and instinction took over my limbs.
I slammed on my brakes, hoping to the high heavens that the brakes would work aswell as the
engine. My fist punched the horn and the woman finally looked up. Still the car skidded in an
uncontrolled frenzy, and I had lost all of the power. My left hand reached up and clung onto the roasry beads. The car opposite on the other side of the road was helpless to my stupidity, and I crashed into its side, imbedding the bonnet of my beautiful car into its side.
I sat stunned in the driver’s seat, unable to move. Burning pain ran through my right leg, and
my ears were ringing. Outside I could faintly hear the high pitched screaming and through the thick black smoke that was billowing out of the front of my car I could see the little old lady, standing on the walkway surrounded by people, staring disbelievingly at the horrific lump of metal that used to be my car. The other driver slowly got out of his car and started to shout at the top of his lungs when he saw the mess I had made. Then everything went hazy, and all I could hear was the blissful silence.
An hour later I was woken by a distant beeping noise. I was in a comfy hospital bed, with
thousands of pillows keeping me upright and comfortable. A policeman stood at the end of my bed, his hands on his hips and shaking his head. I sighed and closed my eyes, but all I could see were the colourful rosary beads that I had originally throught would keep me from harm.