Hi Guys
Sorry I’ve not done a post for a while, I’ve been really busy...
Because of that I have rather a special post for you
wonderful bunch today… I am a writer, I have always been a writer and at the
moment I am working on a longerthanmynormallength story. I am on page 6 (A4
size) and I wanted to share the first two paragraphs with you and see what you
think. If you like it I might consider posting more, you never know! Right now
it has only been read by a few relatives and some very close friends so putting
it on the internet is a big thing for me…
THIS IS 100% MY OWN WORK!! J
I hope you like it,
comment your thoughts below. Please don’t just hate – if you have an
improvement or something you don’t like post it as CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISICM if
not I don’t want to hear it. J
Thanks for reading ly all and I hope you enjoy it! J xx
Pitch black
I woke
up to a quiet so loud it was deafening. There were no cars. There were no
planes. There was nothing. Just quiet. My toes touched the delicate rug by my bed as my legs took me over to
the window. Blankets of crystal snow covered the world. I could hear nothing.
Yet I could see noise. Small children yelling as they flew down our road on
sledges. Friends laughing and pushing each other into mounds of white. People
talking and shouting and yelling and whispering and singing everywhere. Except
in my ears. Fear began creeping into my brain. I opened my mouth to scream but
nothing came out. People still came running. My family. Running to answer my
scream. Talking. Asking if I was okay. Obviously I was not. I saw both my
parents scream ‘Sophie’ but I couldn’t hear them. Nothing made sense. Not the
deafening silence where sound should be. Not the anxious faces looking down at
me. Not even the fact that as I screamed for help people answered. Especially
not that fact that this was only happening to me.
The sound of
nothing is worse than even a child's scream. The emptiness of everything,
especially when you know you should be hearing sound. When it feels as though a
blanket has been wrapped around your head. When you feel like you are
underwater. When you're drowning in a deafness so absolute nothing can pierce
it. When you realise you might never hear again. When you realise this. You
feel like your life is over. Like there is nothing worse. And for a musician
like me. There probably isn't.
