Hi all I recently started a thread asking for feedback on a creative piece I had wrote not long ago , I have since taken the advice on board that was given and tried to change my writing style slightly, in order to captivate a reader more.
I will copy and paste my more recent creative piece down below , any feed back would be much appreciated many tia x
As the sunlight beamed through my thin indigo nylon curtains and as I could hear the birds chirpily tweeting a merry tune I came to the realisation that it was morning. I had slept through the entire night and to my surprise I hadn’t wet the bed , my sheets had remained completely dry.
“Hannah? Hannah are you awake love?” Called my foster parent Pam from the dingy sparsely decorated hallway.
“ yeah I’m awake” I mumbled sleepily rubbing the dried sleep which had encrusted around my eyes, away.
“ oh good” said Pam suddenly bustling into my room wrenching the curtains open, allowing the light to enter the room , showcasing the peeling wallpaper that was coming off in the corners and the black mould which was creeping up the wall due to the damp and condensation which had inhabited the room.
It wasn’t perfect not even close and as much as I craved and wished to be back home with my Mum, surrounded by home comforts that were familiar to me such as my Harry Potter book collection which sat on the shelf ,my collection of beanie bears which lived at the end of my bed and my assortment of crystal rocks , pebbles and sea shells that I had accumulated from all the sea side holidays which me and Mum had visited over the years.
How I wished I could be sat on the sandy shores of Cornwall now, making sandcastles, Mum sat next to me soaking up the sun rays , me licking cold tantalising ice cream off my lips while it somehow melted and ran down my hand trickling down my wrist. Mum had got cross then ,and told me I should eat it quickly to avoid making such a sticky mess. We didn’t have any more ice creams after that.
Maybe one day when I get to go home Mum will take me back to Cornwall for a holiday sunbathing and paddling in the clear blue sea but for now this would have to do. I don’t even have a choice in the matter.
And as I crawled out of bed feeling like I had arrived on deaths door Pam stood before me a sweet smile plastered on her face grasping a set of freshly washed grey joggers and a violet faded t shirt in her arms. It wasn’t home and she isn’t my Mum but for now this would have to do.
But how I missed my Mum if only I could see her now. I wish I could go home. I wish none of this had happened and I was waking up in my own room still curled up under my hello kitty duvet while Mum was in the kitchen making us breakfast the smell of burnt toast And sizzling sausages cooking , wafting into my room.
It’s not fair , it never is.