For a couple of weeks now, our class has been learning paragraph writing. We learnt how to leak our paragraphs, like having one topic in the first and linking that topic to the next. We had a picture to base our stories on. I wrote five paragraphs, and tried my best to link them all.
Displeasure ran through his nerves as a flake from the paint on the window pain fell into his left eye. He squinted to try to get the paint flake out but it was submerged into the bottom eyelid. For a minute after that he kept his eyes closed, trying not to feel the pain from the paint flake. He remembered his wife's eyes, beautiful and blue, like the waves that crashed onto the beach on their wedding day. All he was thinking about was good memories, everything to keep his mind off the pain. When he opened his eyes again, he howled. As soon as they were open, agony shot through his whole face. He wished so hard to not be in pain, to see his wife and kids again.
He tried to remember their names, Lucy and Kit. Kit was probably at the basketball game that he paid to go to himself; Shouting “Go Team!”, because he didn’t know the names of the teams. Soon, he couldn’t feel pain anymore. Not in his eye anyway, in his heart, he still could. He was so used to the pain already, the physical pain, that he didn’t notice his eye was watering. Not from crying or missing his family, but from irritation in his eye. Soon, the attention was on his nose, all he could smell was musk and rotting wood.
His eyes were closed for long enough and he was tired enough to just…
When he awoke, he didn’t know the time of day. He could taste the toothpaste from nights ago in his mouth. It was a faint taste, but still there. He smacked his tongue up and down in his mouth to keep the taste going, anything was better than mud and rotten wood. He suddenly got a confused look on his face. His position changed, must have moved in his sleep, which wasn’t like him because he is a still sleeper, he didn’t use to be, but he had to adapt to that life because of his wife, there couldn’t be two dancers, so he gave her the stage.
Now, all he could think about was his wife; nothing else. He remembered her short curly brown hair. She used to streak it with blonde, which always looked amazing on her. Her short cut pencil skirt and pink blouse that she wore to the office every day, with maroon-ish purple lipstick, sometimes Lucy would steal and make a “masterpiece” out of it. One time, after Lucy put on her mothers' bright pink lipstick, we took her out with a kite and went to the park on the corner. It wasn’t a great park, it had a set of swings, a seesaw, and a slide. She loved it though. Her kite had a little monsters face, orange, yellow, teal and green. The main color was blue, but it had accents of the others. He would say “Luc, go get your twin! We’re going out.” He would say that because Lucy was a little monster; when she would be down, he would say “Your my beautiful, strong, brave, cute, loving and caring little monster, now go to bed and get some sleep.”
He loved having those talks with her, stroking her blonde hair that she never brushed. She had the same eyes as her mum though, bright blue with a hint of green. He would stare into her eyes, seeing his wife in her. Lucy was going to grow up a strong and independent woman, just like her mum.
Kit looked much different from Luc and Emerson. When Kit was little, he would sit in front of the TV watching Teletubbies. His favorite was Laa-Laa, and he would always dress up as Laa-Laa for Halloween. Well, not exactly. When he dressed as Laa-Laa, he would dress green; just like Dipsy. But he would think he was Laa-Laa. and Emerson would quietly with her Husband.
