Descriptive writing

Renata Ampudia Santos 

IGCSE English Language Coursework

Descriptive writing 

Word count: 564

Enchanted by a rose

Time forgot this garden long ago, leaving behind what it used to be a part of me. Now everything in my surroundings is monochromatic, not like those vibrant colours that used fill my heart. The only thing I smell is putrefaction and dust not like those golden days were the air was filled with honey and every colour had its own sweet fragrance. Whatever I touch turns into ashes that melt down into my fingers making a disgusting liquid, quite similar to blood. I remember when the birds gathered around the flowers and sang the most sophisticated pieces that you could ever hear, Now the music is dead. The only thing I can do in this garden is watch how it stays the same forever while I notice that my skin forms wrinkles that seem to be growing at every second, the feeling of my bones cracking little by little making my legs trembling and easy to crush, has become normal. 

I’ll die and this garden will remain. For eternity.

Usually I just stare to the horizon hoping for nothing new. But immediately something changes, something that I thought was buried in my vivid past. Something alive. Abruptly I get to my feet, using all the strength that I have left. My steps are clumsy but fast, every time that I move I hear the rustling of the dry grass staying behind me, the wind touches my eyes gently so they get dry. But nothing can stop me anymore I need to feel alive to make my heart beat again. Then I am just a step away, just a step away from happiness, from my desires and what I thought that I lost forever. In front of me there is a flower. It looked sweet, I bet that if I touch a single petal with the tip of my finger it would turn into a mystical sand as sweet as a candy and as gentle as velvet. The smell is priceless, like butter and marmalade filling my nose aggressively. My eyes could not absorb all the colours that that the flower had, pink as a gentle strawberry, yellow as a warm sun, blue as a chaotic sea and purple as deadly poison. All mixed together looked like thousands of galaxies that make me go blind by how unique they are. It is as if space wanted to give all the knowledge and all the secrets that he has. I am so possessed by that flower that the only thing that matters is pleasing the flower with every whim that she had. As an angel she speaks to me every time demanding my life. She is the light in my empty world full of dark.

Time seems to be passing quickly when I’m taking care of the flower. I lose a lot of weight, so much that if I touch my face I can feel my bones pressing against my skin. My eyes oftenly close they are heavy as a rock but the flower demands me to stay awake for her. I can feel that that is  my very end. Now that time is free it runs as fast as possible consuming my whole life. As a predator the flower depends on someone as her survival. I happily accept that fate because whenever I see her nothing makes me more happy. Happy,  until she kills me.

For this work I had to make a piece of descriptive writing with all the technics that were given in class.