Who's At The Window? ALTERNATE ENDING by CupofCharlie, literature
Literature
Who's At The Window? ALTERNATE ENDING
'Tiptoe, through the window, by the window, that is where I'll be'
- Tiny Tim.
KNOCK. KNOCK.
I open my eyes sleepily. I am lying in bed on my side facing the window, my body curled up into the foetal position. I feel my boyfriend's warm body behind me, our legs overlapping one another, his arm protectively holding me and making me feel safe. I can hear him breathing deeply. He is fast asleep. My George. I slowly sit up so as not to wake him, reach for my phone and touc
'Tiptoe, through the window, by the window, that is where I'll be'
- Tiny Tim.
KNOCK. KNOCK.
I open my eyes sleepily. I am lying in bed on my side facing the window, my body curled up into the foetal position. I feel my boyfriend's warm body behind me, our legs overlapping one another, his arm protectively holding me and making me feel safe. I can hear him breathing deeply. He is fast asleep. My Mark. I slowly sit up so as not to wake him, reach for my phone and touch a
It Wasn't Jack: A Halloween Tale by CupofCharlie, literature
Literature
It Wasn't Jack: A Halloween Tale
“Jack, I thought I told you to tidy your room?”
“I’ll do it tomorrow mum. I promise.”
I look around my son’s room with visible exasperation. His bedroom floor is completely strewn with bits of lego, books, clothing and video game controllers. The dark blue carpet is barely visible beneath all the mess.
“Okay but if it’s not sparkly clean by this time tomorrow then I will cancel our trip to Disney World. Trust me.”
Jack sighs. “Finnnnne.”
“Come on now, it’s well past your bedtime. Go and brush your teeth and then get into bed honey. It’s late.”
Jack
The First Time I Saw Him Part 2 by CupofCharlie, literature
Literature
The First Time I Saw Him Part 2
‘I wanna fall in love, but all my tears have been used up on another love’
- Tom Odell.
Despite the fact that I still felt ridiculously embarrassed, his words proved to be very reassuring and made me feel a lot less self-conscious. I felt very thankful toward him for that. My cheeks began to soften in colour; not quite the violent scarlet they had initially turned. I still felt slightly flushed, though I couldn’t quite explain why. When he attempted to keep the conversation going by asking my name, I couldn’t help but feel suddenly shy. I wasn’t sure whether he was just being polite or if he was genuinely interes
Mr Snidey slowly lowered himself into his worn old armchair, the seat indented to fit his shape, for so long had he occupied it. His knees creaked like ancient tree trunks as he descended. As he settled himself down, he spread his arms against the armrests luxuriously, much like a king would on a grand throne. Every movement he made appeared to occur in slow motion, his body no longer able to deal with life at what most people would describe as normal speed.
He slowly removed his brown slippers and lifted his legs to rest on the footstool before him. Getting up to turn on the television was an arduous task for Mr Snidey, and he tired easily.
The Destruction Of Millie McGuire by CupofCharlie, literature
Literature
The Destruction Of Millie McGuire
‘You may think that he’s a demolition expert when he’s finished with your self-esteem’
- George Ezra.
‘I could not eat for days, I cried so much my face has never been the same’
- Hard-fi.
Millie McGuire pushed open the door to her favourite coffee shop at 1.10pm, as she did at precisely the same time every day, and hurriedly escaped the bitter chill of the unforgiving outdoors. She welcomed the whoosh of hot air cast down upon her by the shop’s heating as she removed her winter hat and stuffed it into her bag, before firmly wiping her boots on the doormat.
Flintwood’s Coffee was the prid
The train sleepily pulls into the train station at 10.30pm. I close my book and slide it into my bag before standing up and walking towards the train doors. I stifle a yawn as I step onto the platform and make my way to the station’s exit. “I need to stop putting in so much overtime”, I think to myself. I can barely stand up I feel so tired. The station is deserted except for one or two other commuters waiting on the various train platforms.
As I reach the exit and begin my walk down the main road, I coerce my earphones into my ears and select ‘shuffle’ on my ipod. ‘The Sound of Silence’ by Simon and
Stay With Me (Dancing In The Moonlight) by CupofCharlie, literature
Literature
Stay With Me (Dancing In The Moonlight)
‘Tonight you’re saving my life’
-The Gaslight Anthem.
I open my curtains and look at the world outside my window. White cloud dominates the sky leaving no suggestion of the blue behind it, no hint of the sun struggling to break through. As I stare at the beginning of a new day, my thoughts inevitably turn to him, as they always do. I wonder if he’s awake. I wonder if he’s thinking about me too. My heart beats just a little bit faster at the simple thought of him.
It’s strange to think how one person has grown to mean so much to me. Someone who, a year ago, I didn’t even know. But just as the white
I Need You So Much Closer... by CupofCharlie, literature
Literature
I Need You So Much Closer...
‘With just one look you cause an avalanche in me’
- Midnight Lion.
‘I’m never gonna love again.’
- Lykke Li.
She drops the bombshell.
“I’m leaving.”
My body goes numb; the following silence a cacophony of sound to my ears.
“You’re….you’re what?”
“I’m leaving. My dad got a job in London - in England - and so we all have to move over there with him. I’m leaving tomorrow.”
She speaks in an emotionless tone. As though she can’t allow herself to think about what she is saying