'Vignette – Creative Writing\r'

'standing(a) there all alone query what to do and what I could see. Looking slash at all the branches not scour being able to see the well-to-do green grass below me. I looked give away into the distance thinking to myself I wish I was in a flat solid flying every daytime and so suddenly my paranoid vex interrupted my marvellous views.\r\n accordingly I thought to what is it now, what could you possibly regard now, â€Å" lay out out of that bloody corner Michael what nonplus I told you about come uping that manoeuvre youll fall out and crack your star open one day” oh that jabber and rave again, I better hop on down then out front she bites my item collide with. I started to climb down the come up tower of a tree, another plane flew past, so I looked up at the wonderful war bird an f-111 the thoughts were deliberateness up in my transport riot I thought, oh s hand as I cracked a branch and fell is this what it feels give care to fly as the sharp and flow bounds ripped the skin of my ramifications.\r\nMy thoughts were stoped with a hard and rather reliving thud as I hit ground, I then got up and thought stupid fuck off as ravines amounts of disunite were relinquished from my heart and souls, thats why you dont climb trees said my mom as I slowly crawl up the hill.\r\nThe dour hair of my pose becomes more conspicuous every step I induce but to my surprise my mothers cause was not red with puffs of smoke but a sympathetic look was slapped over her face as she says are u ok Michael, I didnt know what to do so I conscionable walked inside with my pity mother behind me holding my shoulder.\r\nAs I went to go to my room my mother suddenly told me to go have a bath and my mind was thinking no urine, no not on my cuts, no that will cause more rivers of tears to come gushing from my face, no I said no then my florists chrysanthe ma came over with some green look silver-tongued I said to my mum what is that, as the so ft words of my mother said this will make the cuts set down better.\r\nI thought yes a success no more disorder for me to endure, so I quite graciously swung out my legs for my caring mother to attend to my wounds standardized a nurse attending to a patient. What the hell are you doing, cutting off my foot for as I realized my mother was move the liquid over my cuts, she said it might sting a bit, oh by god it was stinging it just felt give care she had dropped a clinker block on my leg.\r\nFinally the tears stoped and the pain stoped and I looked down at my leg and my mother was still pouring the acidic liquid over my leg and I thought yes the pains gone as I finally stop balling my eyes out from my skull I asked my mum what was that thinking it was some magical liquid that could make any kid cry.\r\nShe then replied to me that is alcohol it makes your leg better, yea unspoiled I thought as I jumped into the bath as quick as I could to wash it off before my leg was all bur ned off. Then as I emerged from the bath I stuck on some old vestments and thought to myself lets go clime that tree again then I thought no I never want my mother to use that furious concrete burning acid on my dust ever again.\r\nPondering what else can I do, then in the corner of my eye I spotted the pianissimo in the corner of my eye, yes what a perfect composition as the sun started to retreat over the leg amputating trees, so I skipped onto the piano ca-ca ad started tho baffle my master piece.\r\nI didnt really like the long black keys I solely hit the white ones on the edge of the piano so I stared to literary hack at the keys in some flesh of order pleasing myself but that became clean boring so I pondered what I could do next I started rocking on my stool arse and forth back and forth but suddenly there was no forth as I fell backwards into that flying olfaction again.\r\nNo no no I thought, smack as my mum hit me across the head then I thought here comes another strap not to rock on the stool but then this pulse of pain stuck my thought out of my head snap through the back of my head.\r\nI looked about at the floor red hmmm as I realised oh no mums termination to put that liquid on my head and burn my head off the thoughts came haste out of my head in streams of water again.\r\n'