PDF Rotation 1 (Creative Writing), group E, Xanthe Pollard

The Beginning of the End:

It suddenly hit us. The heat was a wave of destruction, and its only intent was to massacre the unfortunate citizens; It was deadly and unforgiving. The heat brought glistening drops of sweat to our skin. Our eyes formed salty streams and our lips formed cracks (there were only limited options to escape it). Everyone surrounding us was experiencing the same sensations, and seemingly, had a similar idea to us. To go to the mall. We all raced to the building, desperate to feel that refreshing blast of air; determined to be the first ones in, we pushed and shoved our way past. The long anticipated cold air was stale and dry. The floor was filthy and there was a slight tinge of mould that resided within. It was bearable for now…just.

Peeling an Orange:

It sat in the kitchen. Waiting for me to just take it. My hand grazed lightly over its textured body. My fingers then viscously pierced though its skin and resulted in a burst of sweet fragrance. I slowly peeled it’s layers back; my stomach anticipating the first bite.