Monday, 6 March 2017

Here's one I wrote about Orange


I am Autumn, crabs, goldfish, pumpkins. I am fudge, soft, sweet and salty. I’m a autumn leaf floating slowly down onto the crispy, cold ground. Once I hung on a tree, but now someone's biting into my soft, juicy surface, licking their lips trying to get every last bit I can offer. It is a crab’s colour, it is a silky butterfly's wing. It sounds like a ginger cat purring and tastes like a crunchie bar. Orange pumpkins creep their way into my thoughts, carrying a mist of dark orange dust as dark as a pond in the middle of the night.

1 comment:

  1. I love the sentence "Once I hung on a tree, but now someone's biting into my soft, juicy surface, licking their lips trying to get every last bit I can offer" it entranced me, I felt like you really threw the sentence into the perfect place in the story, it sounds like you really thought carefully about the sentence

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