Putting People In Houses

Plan

Situation- 

Sienna and her family are going to lose their expensive house. The can no longer afford it because the mother has lost her job due to alcohol problems. The father started seeing someone else.

Sienna:

Wearing - a short mini skirt, knee high suede boots.

Props – pouring her mother’s alcohol down the sink.

Feelings – disgusted as she remembers the smell of her alcoholic mother.

Ivy (Sienna’s Sister):

Wearing - an expensive dress found in the wardrobe.

Props – the expensive dress.

Feelings – distress because she knows he father cheated.

Father:

Wearing - expensive shoes and suit.

Props – wedding ring and cologne.

Feelings – he is leaving to meet someone.

She twisted the lid, and drizzled the half full litre bottle of Bacardi down the sink, being careful to avoid splashing the lavish marble surfaces. Just recalling the flooding stench of sterile distilled spirits managed to coat her molars with acidic vomit. It was London’s frostiest October, but Sienna insisted on braving bare legs and a strip of taut watery denim acting as a skirt. Looking ahead of her, she could almost see the cruel, aching images of her mother leaning over the balcony drenched in her own vile intoxicating insides.

Meanwhile, in the main bathroom, the essence of pungent aromatic Amouage Interlude could not conquer last night’s bitter air. Austin tossed the empty cologne bottle against the wall.  The mesmerizing fragments performed polished pirouettes as they fell with finery, yet like snow in an avalanche, they could be ruthless. No part of his family remained sturdy other than the overused hoary silver Austin twisted and removed from his ring finger.

‘I’m going out girls’ he called as he reached for his Barbour jacket and left the house.

Ivy’s whole body flinched as the front door slowly but violently came to a shut. She stood in front of the mirror; releasing the laced champagne stained gown from its original folded formation allowing its true elegance to shine. Every detail bloomed with astonishing beauty but could not camouflage the arising aching sensation that began to shadow over the love she felt for her father as well as she hoped it would. Faded memories of last night collided with the inside of her head like a swaying mallet. When her head leant up against the edge of the wall and howled as she watched her mother gather her things and stumble through the door.

Creating Character

With a violent tug on the blinds, Anya's mother filled the room with gushing intense sunlight.

'Do you know how late it is?' she questioned.

Anya was still half asleep, she struggled to comprehend her mother’s words.

'Anya! Get up, it's half twelve, you're supposed to be visiting your grandmother' she screamed as she lifted the duvet to expose Anya's pink bunny pyjamas that her father gave her before he moved away.

Show Don't Tell - A Car

Short Description

The matte arrogant car proudly held itself on the sun kissed tarmac curb: as if it was laughing at me. Curling and dancing through the air, a rich smell of oaky fire formed a lingering veil over the roof. A heavy intoxicating stench of resilient powerful chemicals mixed with earthy, thick petrol curled into the back of my mouth, its aim was to suffocate. I had to get away. 

Music in Creative Writing

Character Interaction - Short Piece

The enchanting scent of blue blooms clung to the interior of her button nose. It prickled and pierced the inside of her eyelids. She sneezed; scratched the skin surrounding them.

‘Your mother had hay fever when she was your age’ sympathised Anya’s Grandmother.

Describing a Place That Changes

Original Description

My body fell so low I could see the pink underneath of the daisy petals as they lined up in thousands like a glowing festival crowd; each on trying its best to tower the highest.

Just before the sun took shelter behind the opaque clouds, it poured out its ferocious orange into the skyline like flowing molten lava. Cascading rays of light peeped through and reflected off the dents in the metallic cherry bin frame as senseless seagulls sung to each other in the sweet summer breeze.