Creative Writing Coursework Life in the City
As you enter a local bus, you begin to open your crisp packet that is in your pocket. Crackle. Crackle. The passengers in the bus stare at you, as if you have done something wrong. Your mind ponders on the thought, but you cant quite grasp it. You look outside of the window, and the rain sums up your mood.
The rain in London is like a thousand knives penetrating the pavement. It can rain so hard that the drainage system becomes flooded, and its foul stench covers London like a perilous outburst of ash. The rain reflects London as a despondent, dreary city. When you look at the rain, you are reminded of the dull days at work; the desk that you sit at. The computer stares at you, with its white screen, and the black writing. It tells you that this will be your life for the next 20 years. You are living it. It is not a dream, its reality.
As you enter the train station, you hit your Oyster card on the bright yellow disc. You