A few weeks ago I started the Creative writing course again as there is now a new tutor so I thought it would be good to get different perspectives on things and also many different ideas.  We have covered a few things but I wanted to share this weeks with you that I have completed today.  We had to write a short piece about someone being happy or excited because of their surroundings but aim to show it through descriptions of how they feel without naming the feelings directly.  Not as easy as what it sounds but this is what I came up with.


 Walking towards the gate Sheila’s hands were shaking it had been so long since she had been here and to be honest she never thought she would be back but a miracle had happened, she felt her heart beating, was that to remind her?  What would she find when she opened her gate. Her hand closed round the cold handle and turning it slowly to the right it opened as did her eyes, so big they looked like saucers, her heart was really beating now.

The sunflowers were bouncing in the gentle breeze making them look like they were smiling.  The bees sounded like they were buzzing away to a song as they delved into the Hollyhocks that were a striking shade of pink.

Walking towards the chairs and table Sheila needed to sit down before she fell down, this was so amazing.  Then looking towards the bird bath she saw a tiny sparrow tentatively sticking his head in the water then deciding that it was safe he jumped in, flapping his wings, Sheila felt like doing that if she had wings.  The dryness in her throat was getting worse and she could feel the build-up of the dam and then, bang the tears flowed.  She had never really understood why people cry, but she knew now, there was no reason why, as you could just not stop it.

Wiping her tears and composing herself she looked around her garden slowly, marvelling at the new plants, the blaze of colours from the shrubs, the climbing rose over the archway that she had tried to tame for years but was now wound round and looking beautiful.  She must have sat there for over an hour just looking and taking in every flower, blossom and insect.

Never expecting to see any of this again, her heart was overflowing, she knew deep down the only person that was capable of this experience was her daughter, she really should get up and go inside and phone her as she would want to know that she was home and safe.  The ambulance had dropped her off and made sure she was home before they had dashed off to another emergency.  Her daughter would be round later so Sheila picked some of the best flowers for her to take home and writing on a scrap of paper she found in her handbag she wrote Thank you, I love you.

There was even a small old rocking chair in the corner under the cherry tree, she really had thought of everything. Sheila sat down and slowly rocked, smiling all the time and very slowly her heart got slower and slower until Sheila was dreaming about looking down at her garden and she never felt any pain again.

I have gone over this so many times taking all the feelings out that I named lol.  Happy Sunday everyone xx




  1. 27th November 2014 / 10:07 pm

    That’s good, I’m glad you liked it. It’s good to get feedback and I think we all need it to encourage us to go forward. Xx

  2. 26th November 2014 / 10:29 pm

    I really enjoyed it. It had the right amount of description and I really felt like I was there 🙂 xx

  3. 9th November 2014 / 8:53 pm

    Thank you so much, your the first to give me some feed back and I needed that xx

  4. 9th November 2014 / 8:50 pm

    That was a job very well done.It was possible to derive the emotion from the story without mentioning it by name .
    xxx Huge Hugs xxx

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