it's fulfilling, yaknow, the feeling when your name had been called by your lecturer to read out aloud your narratives while your writings are being showcased via the overhead projector in front of the entire class. how about if you doubled that feeling? ecstatic it was! bonus was when she commented "narrative seems effortlessly composed as it's fluid" when in reality i was having a hard time cracking my brain open trying to form a whole paragraph without the letter "e"! honestly i thought i managed without any "e"s until after i sent her my piece and read through that i accidentally put in an "e"! nevertheless, yays X) that my first ever writing unit in uni went way better than i had expected it too!"Train to Birmingham arriving at platform six." Gary stands up from his squatting position, pushing his right palm against a wall, stabilising his groggy body with all his might. Putting on his Raybans and adjusting his shirt, last night's visuals still haunt him. His ribs protruding from his torso, that guy had hit him hard. His aching stomach starts to worry him, his throat now dry, and his limbs now wobbly from having to put up with all this. This is a busy station, but still, nobody amidst this crowd saw his pain and agony. Incapable of holding on, Gary finally drops unconscious. A lady standing by Gary shouts, and a kind soul dials 911. His vision blurring him, Gary drifts into a land of unknown.
Kayla Grace All the way to the waist
Ribbons and pearls and pink bows
Unicorns and Rapunzel and fairytales
Feelings and emotions and all those struggling relationships
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