whoo!!!! My first one-shot! oh yeah. So, this is actually my english descriptive paragraph. Exept, as you can see, it is longer than a paragraph. Obviously I added to this to make it better. It's the point of view of the house where some things are happening inside of it.
And in the video, it is my sister singing.
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Cries of anger and pain echo along my walls as I see how this family is being torn apart. I see a tall, blond, drunk woman staggering through the front door. The smell of alcohol lingers behind her and follows her into the kitchen. I see a small, young, brunette girl sitting at the brown table doing her homework. She looks up, brushing her bangs out of her face so I can see the terror behind her golden brown eyes. The woman roughly places a bottle of alcohol on the marble countertop before crashing into a chair and laying her head on the table.
My door swings open, revealing a teenage boy smoking a cigarette. The smell of smoke wafts upstairs into an open room where a man holding a baby boy smells it. I see him holding his newborn child as he storms out the door. I feel the anger in his footsteps as he pounds down my stairs. He sees the teenager and I can see the anger bubbling within him.
The man's shouts follow the boy into the newly furnished kitchen and awaken the woman. She screams at the man for waking her up and he yells back at her for being drunk once again. The baby wakes up from his peaceful slumber and starts wailing and kicking in the man's strong arms. The man holding him tries to comfort the baby while yelling at the woman. The boy stares at them smoking his cigarette. He tries to leave but the man ropes him back in by starting an angry conversation about his smoking and theft problems. Yells bounce from the woman, to the man, to the boy, and back again.
The girl stares at her family trying to quiet them so she can do her homework, but doesn't succeed. Her added shouts to quiet them adds to the ongoing shouts of anger. It soon gets so bad that it resorts to violence; the boy hitting the man, the man holding the boy's arms, and the woman throwing the glass bottle across the room.
The sound of shattering glass causes the neighbours to alert the police. A few minutes later, more pairs of feet walk across my linoleum floors to find the man, the baby, and the girl huddled together.
"Daddy," the girl says as she sees the police, "I'm scared."
"It's okay sweetheart. Everything will be okay." The dad's reassuring voice calms her rapidly beating heart.
"What about Jack?" She looks at her older brother who is talking to the police.
"Jack?" He pauses, wondering how to phrase this properly. "Jack's going to be okay. He's going to go to this special place for kids like him. They're going to help him and when he's better, he'll come back."
"And mommy?"
"Mommy's going to go to a sort of school that'll help her stop drinking."
"What will happen to me 'n' Tommy?"
"We'll all stay together until things get better."
"Promise?" she asks, wanting there to be hope.
"Promise," he answers, giving her that hope.
The uniformed people ask a few more questions, then take the boy and the woman to their car, but not before the boy throws his cigarette on the curtains the woman made for my windows. They erupt into flames, the heat creeps up my body onto the second floor. I hold up my structure until the family is safely outside. Then I crumble to pieces, letting my aching body rest in a pile. This broken family will not be returning to my crumbled walls anytime soon.
Dramatic. Frightening. Stunning. Haunting. Inspiring me to work on your story, which, btw, won't be as good as this.
hsmqueenwildcat 2 years ago
lol, okay then. My expectations wont be as high
JBroxsMyCanadianSock 2 years ago