coursework "creative writing" finished. ugh.
They all stared at him as if he was some kind of freak, but, as if nothing had happened, Alfie just stood up, and carried on looking for his father.
Well, I suppose you’re wondering what on earth is going on? Alfie is a young lad, six years of age to be precise. Alfie doesn’t go to school because he got severely bullied, due to his past. When he was born, Alfie had something wrong with his brain, losing the link between his emotions and his eyes. Alfie cannot cry.
So off he went, after falling over, with no tears, to find his father. Alfie’s father, Ray, works in a dump, which is lovely for Alfie, as he is a strong believer of the saying “One mans junk is another’s treasure”. Speaking of treasure, Alfie came across a lump of glass. He picked it up, but oh, this wasn’t any ordinary lump of glass! Of course not! It was a snow globe, sparkling beautifully in the sun. Ting! Ting! Alfie was amazed, the snow globe made sounds when he shook it, it was fascinating. So he shook it some more. Staring so deeply into the globe, Alfie forgot everything around him.
“ALFIE!!” he heard his father call. Alfie jumped, as he heard his father, and dropped the snow globe on the floor, as he ran to his father, hearing a sudden crash behind him. But… what? His father was nowhere to be seen, and neither was the dump, nor the snow globe. Alfie was in a completely different place, beautiful, but different. Snow flakes were falling everywhere; soft untouched snow lied on top of the earth, like a freshly iced cake. Mountains were covered by clouds far away in the distance, but not a person in sight, only pieces of broken glass on the untouched virgin snow.
Where am I? Where is everybody? How on earth did I get here? Too many questions were running through Alfie’s mind, but would they ever be answered?
After hours of walking, Alfie was very close to the mountains, the only place he would be able to have shelter for the night. Starting to walk towards the cave, he thought he heard feet patting in the snow, yet still just assumed them to be his own.
It’s freezing. It’s too cold for him. It’s unbearable! Almost shivering himself to sleep, Alfie felt something on his leg. Alfie shot up from where he was sitting and hastily backed away, heading towards the door, but outside was a big snowstorm! He had to stay in the shelter. He turned around to see a white ball of fluff… a polar bear, but it just looked at him. It wasn’t a glare. It was a look of love, a look of warmth. Slowly the polar bear held up his paw towards Alfie, and then lay down. Cautiously, Alfie moved closer to the polar bear, and stroked him.
"I'm going to call you Blizzard!" said Alfie, looking out on the snowstorm. He was so soft, so smooth and silky, it reminded him of the furry cushions he had at home. Oh how he missed his home. Slowly he rested his head on the bear’s tummy, so comfortable, and so warm.
That night, Alfie heard some strange noises, it sounded like a fight, But he couldn’t be sure, he was only half awake, and all he saw was a mysteriously animal-like shadow coming towards him, but being chased away… then he fell back to sleep.
Alfie woke to the breeze of the wind in his face, the deep pink sky blasting in his face. It was such a beautiful sight, he stood up, looking for Blizzard, but he was nowhere to be seen. He walked out of the cave, looking about, and trying to take in all the special sights, the admirable atmosphere. It was all so much to believe. Then, from around the corner, came blizzard. His soft fur wasn’t as white... oh no… not at all. He has blood, red as the devil, dripping from his chest. He tried to run towards Alfie, but fell straight back down.
“BLIZZARD!” Alfie cried, running towards him as fast as he could. “No… no blizzard! I can’t let you die! You’re my… my only friend.” Alfie stuttered as a tear fell from his eye. A TEAR!! A tear had fallen from Alfie’s eye! Feeling uncomfortable, he stood up, and looked at what he was sitting on. Some glass, but it wasn’t normal glass, it was tinted a light blue colour, it’s the glass from the snow globe! And suddenly… the whole place went blank…
Alfie stood up and rubbed his eyes, what?! He was back in his kitchen! He heard talking coming from the living room, so he went to see what was going on
“Earlier today, a polar bear was found,” explained the news lady, “it is thought that he was protecting something, when he was attacked by a wolf. The polar bear has been taken care of by trained professionals, and is very well. Next up on the news we will be disussi…” He couldn’t believe it! Blizzard had been trying to protect him. That’s what he saw in the middle of the night. That’s why Blizzard was hurt. But Alfie couldn’t take all this information in, not now! He was too tired, so he staggered up the stairs, opened the door, and walked towards his bed. But something had changed. Something wasn’t there before; a beautiful, pure white teddy; a polar bear!
in my opinion, its majorly crap [:
