GCSE English Language Creative Writing

Solitude.

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Harry stopped in his tracks,

his eyes starry and woeful.

He observed the heavenly

surroundings, still.

A mass of gargantuan evergreen towered over the forest, engulfing mosses

and shrubs beneath it; shadowing Harry as well.

A family of colossal, snowy mountains embraced each other, the frosty conifer danced as they held each other’s

leafy hands, and even the miniscule grasses were intertwined.

Harry was solo in a

sea of togetherness. (END)

A teardrop emerged from his glassy eye, sloping down his frozen porcelain cheek,

until it fell onto the ground and froze into the neighbouring snow, comforted by its companions.

Harry looked up, desperate to not let another teardrop

loose as more tears filled his eyes like rain filled the surrounding river.(END)

Momentarily, the evergreen seemed to melt into the palm

trees that Harry so loved, earlier that year in the summer.

The deafening silence seemed to develop into the chortles and snorts that

used to peeve him so painfully.

The lifeless logs and spiritless snowflakes seemed

to metamorphose to Harry’s mother, father, and his neighbour: Louis. (END)

That summer was so blissful and innocent

and carefree - it was perfect.

The sun lit up every corner of the neighbourhood from sunrise through to sunset, the flowers had blossomed

to their vivid fuschias and watermelon reds, and ice creams formulated joy onto every tongue.

Nothing mattered more than who got the biggest scoop of ice cream from Mr Smith, or

who could dash home first after a day of pure, simple fun.

The best thing about it: Louis was there.

How could anything go wrong?

But it could, and it did.

“Louis isn’t coming back.” he concluded resentfully. (END)

Harry returned to the stillness of the present, and it seemed that his tears alone

could form another river in the forest.

It was completely still: the snow had settled, the polar bears had begun hibernation

and anything alive had departed him.

It was as though he

repelled all sources of happiness.

Until, something emerged from the never-ending

cascade of vines and trees.

It was large. It had some paws. It had thick,

cuddly brown fur. It was a bear!

Harry jumped, his arm hairs rising and his eyes widening and

his teeth clattering as he stepped back cautiously.

Swoosh! He fell back clumsily into a pile of fluffy snow;

it dispersing everywhere.

The brown bear immediately ran forward, or stomped, rather, as his large

warm feet had melted the snow into a form of quick sand on every step he took.

Harry was petrified - for a moment. Until the numbness

of the freezing armchair of snow had taken control.

The bear was now only a few centimetres away from Harry,

and held out his paw for him to cling onto.

Harry paused, and then took a leap of faith and put his

trust in the bear’s paw as he was pulled up to salvation.

“Me Harry. You?” the bear groaned innocently,

his ears suddenly sticking up in anticipation.

“I’m Harry too!” Harry exclaimed, his first smile

of the season forming across his face.

They sat together on a compressed pile of crunchy leaves

that the bear had so willingly created.

It was as though this was his first companion in a while as well. They leaned against each other, hand in paw and Harry

was grateful for the warmth of the bear spreading to him, and the warmth of his heart opening his.

Although they weren't capable of any further verbal communication,

they understood each other perfectly and were satisfied with that.

They gazed in awe of their surroundings together.

The trees were dancing, the wind singing and the snow melting.

The pair were like the mountains embracing each other,

the trees holding each other’s hands and the intertwining miniscule grasses.

Companionship.

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