My secret place
My secret place, the place where I reign supreme and nobody but I may enter. I built this place for myself, in my darkest hours. Spun from my dreams and memories, it is a sanctuary from the world. I escape to it when my brother begins to cry and complain, when my mother begins to lecture and when my father leaves us because he prefers working to being home. I escape to it when I’m told that I must take all 9 exams at the highest possible levels. I escape to it when I fail these exams in my parents’ eyes and my own, only just scraping a B. But enough of the reasons, let me describe this place.
It is under a grey and stormy sky, in which light sometimes comes down in far off shafts and lightening constantly threatens. It soothes me; this tumultuous roiling mass of piled clouds, for it shrinks all of my woes to nothing. Atop the twisted rock hill are the old ruins of a castle, my playground which I always roam in search of new crevices.
And it is in the most intact part of this ruin that I reside when I come here. This part was once the great hall, but now it is mine. Under the alcove in the back wall is my bed, wide and deliciously soft, sinking me into its warm wings and concealing me from the world. Above arches the stone, where vines are carved with a multitude of leaves from which all manner of frozen creatures peer. Raptors with sharp eyes, glimpses of fays, mice in a stolen frame of a mere moment. Squirrels, hedgehogs, small birds and geckos. All coaxed out of the solid stone into imitations of life.
Looking from my bed extends the wide hall. Holes in the roof offer glimpses of the moody and troubled clouds, while elegant columns spiral in decay to the wide cracked paving stones. Moving directly from the bed, across the large stone floor is a deep pool. Its waters are a soft electric blue, cooling yet warm to the touch as you slide into it across the smooth flagstones at the edges.
I can sit on the stone seats circling the rim of the pool under the surface, watching the skies or the sea of grass, or I can dive under into the cavern below. This water is strange, for I can breathe it as I would air. It gives the most delicious feeling of strength as it floods into my lungs. It is like being surrounding by energy, with crackling warmth and a serene softness impossibly meshed together. Floating, suspended amongst the twists of stone in this natural cavern, it is freedom. No thing says which way should be up or down, left or right. It is all my own choosing. This is a place completely foreign compared to Earth.
Beyond this pool is an open wall and then a tumble of rocks scattered about what was a terrace, ahead a long balcony, forwards into the wind and open space. From here you can view the sky with its fitful lightening and its rolling thunder, stretching for miles until it meets the horizon of the grey fields. The tall grasses spread as far as the eye can see, until nothing, a waist high ocean rippling under the power of the winds.
Depressing though this may all sound, it is a place that keeps me happy, and keeps me sane, for it is all mine. No other lives here, not even one insect, just me and the grey grass sea.
Get this, I'm now published. In a school compilation. But still, it's published. :D
It is under a grey and stormy sky, in which light sometimes comes down in far off shafts and lightening constantly threatens. It soothes me; this tumultuous roiling mass of piled clouds, for it shrinks all of my woes to nothing. Atop the twisted rock hill are the old ruins of a castle, my playground which I always roam in search of new crevices.
And it is in the most intact part of this ruin that I reside when I come here. This part was once the great hall, but now it is mine. Under the alcove in the back wall is my bed, wide and deliciously soft, sinking me into its warm wings and concealing me from the world. Above arches the stone, where vines are carved with a multitude of leaves from which all manner of frozen creatures peer. Raptors with sharp eyes, glimpses of fays, mice in a stolen frame of a mere moment. Squirrels, hedgehogs, small birds and geckos. All coaxed out of the solid stone into imitations of life.
Looking from my bed extends the wide hall. Holes in the roof offer glimpses of the moody and troubled clouds, while elegant columns spiral in decay to the wide cracked paving stones. Moving directly from the bed, across the large stone floor is a deep pool. Its waters are a soft electric blue, cooling yet warm to the touch as you slide into it across the smooth flagstones at the edges.
I can sit on the stone seats circling the rim of the pool under the surface, watching the skies or the sea of grass, or I can dive under into the cavern below. This water is strange, for I can breathe it as I would air. It gives the most delicious feeling of strength as it floods into my lungs. It is like being surrounding by energy, with crackling warmth and a serene softness impossibly meshed together. Floating, suspended amongst the twists of stone in this natural cavern, it is freedom. No thing says which way should be up or down, left or right. It is all my own choosing. This is a place completely foreign compared to Earth.
Beyond this pool is an open wall and then a tumble of rocks scattered about what was a terrace, ahead a long balcony, forwards into the wind and open space. From here you can view the sky with its fitful lightening and its rolling thunder, stretching for miles until it meets the horizon of the grey fields. The tall grasses spread as far as the eye can see, until nothing, a waist high ocean rippling under the power of the winds.
Depressing though this may all sound, it is a place that keeps me happy, and keeps me sane, for it is all mine. No other lives here, not even one insect, just me and the grey grass sea.
Get this, I'm now published. In a school compilation. But still, it's published. :D