A Thorn of Twilight.

[The Streetie]

A Thorn of Twilight.
The morning sunrise pours light into the bedroom; breathing
life into me as I slowly arouse; the elixir of awakening. As the
sun does, I rise with it, visualising the orchestra of birds
crooning away- acting as the chimes that are playing to the
symphony of the clouds.

From my window, the frozen silhouette of the remotely placed
scarecrow gazes out towards the sun, composing its
movements as it slowly rises, as does the crescendo of the
crooning- ascends into a heavenly melody.


I feel a touch of magic rush through my bones as I leave my
home and walk through the high grass. The way it shines- the
due glistening in the light. It’s as if the sky was an enormous
pane of glass that has been shattered over the luxurious lawn.
Makes one wonder how the small creatures inhabiting the tall
blades can survive; Can Pixies breathe under water?

Ahead, stands the magnificent clocktower, elevated above the
railway station. Its huge shadow cast upon the tracks that
lead around the town. The humble tram strolls by firing a
familiar scent through my body, injecting memories of the
forgotten past.

“Next Stop… Golden forest”

The winds reach left, throwing the golden leaves with the
force of it gusts; rippling the lake in its direction of flow,
whistling through the trees, as I listen out for a soft tune to
hum to.

Darkness falls. The diminishing sun, in combination with the
encroaching moon leaves a gently coloured silk on the
surface of the lake, serenely flowing downstream. The
refraction of the sunlight being the only source of light.

I fall into a quiet slumber, as I’m surmounted by my own
fatigue.

The last drop of sunlight finally falls; seized and conquered by
the moonlight’s shower; a shadowy blossoming. A walk home
is looming over me. The crooning is but a deafening silence
with the odd stirdulation of the resident cricket.

The now shaken, maleficent scarecrow, stares deeply into the
eyes of the night, burning holes into the dark with his profound
intent gaze. Silence, like the sound of fire, starts slowly
cracking away the existence of the warm atmosphere

Pale green hands of grass, frantically tug at my leg as a walk
through them, trying to make me one of there own. The
blades making me blind of my feet, urges me to run; sprint
away before I become blind of my entire self. I close my eyes
as I scuttle through the grass, listening and feeling the
disturbed creatures fly through me. Trying to gnaw on the
bare parts of my skin; Do Pixies bite?

The clock tower like a magnificent troll, casts itself over the
moon, leaving me swallowed by its beam of shadow. A rotten
scent, slithers through my nostrils, speaks to me of danger
and destruction. Paranoia kicks me, sending my body
plummeting into a frozen panic!

“Next Stop… Home”

My race home gets hindered by the breaths of the gods
against me, pushing me away obstructing me from getting
home. Just a mere obstacle, with such feeling and
personality.

I briskly scamper towards my home, my journey almost done.
I glance up to see my bedroom window, reflecting the face of
the courageous sunrise out at me. I smile in poise, as I open
my bedroom door. I recline onto my bed.

I fall into a quiet slumber, as I’m surmounted by my own
fatigue. ©



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Actually my GCSE original writing ... kinda got inspiration from twilight town and kh ... hence the cricket :)