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Kallum Isaacs

English Descriptive Writing 13 April 2021

I remember stepping into the waiting room out of the burning
sun, and the way the chill of the place hit me almost like a physi-
cal blow that served only to re-awaken the beast in my tooth The
room was a stark, sparsely decorated mausoleum, just a few icy
white armchairs with a worried looking woman in one, and a cool
marble desk for the receptionist that mirrored the ice-cold tem-
perature of the place perfectly. The smell of chemicals was thick
in the air, and I could hear the faint whirr of the dentist’s drill as
it bored into some poor soul’s unlucky tooth. I felt my stomach
wring itself like a dish rag as I thought about going into that room
of horrors myself in an all-too-short thirty minutes.
I sank down into an armchair, a hard, sharp affair that sent a bolt
of pain through my mouth as my rear was met by solid plastic.
There was a clock in front of me, perfectly centred all alone on the
wall. It was a minimalist piece, with a small, skeletal centre in the
middle and two spindly little arms that extended out about a hand
across the rest of the cold, bare wall.

The seconds ticked by as I sat and squirmed in that chair, ago-
nizingly slow and yet all too fast. The pain in my tooth was
almost unbearable now, a fiery ball of intolerable pain in my
mouth. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the dentist’s
steel-rimmed glass door swung open with a soft click and I saw
a mousey little boy wearing a plain black school uniform come
walking out, followed by the dentist. He was a short, wiry man,
bouncing on his heels as he led the small boy out, looking for
Leanne Snyman 9E2 all the world like one himself. As the boy and his mother left he

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bumps develop on my skin. Although insects are skipping on the
Thalya Tallie Silver linings glow as I look up to the vault of Heaven. Goose-
water, there is not a single tug on the line. Neither orange nor
pink, the water’s complexion brings comfort. Chirping in a far the
bird’s melodies span a distance as they take off and cause the dew

on the Weeping Willow to drip.
A bird of prey has something to say, but he doesn’t speak; he
shouts out into the world. Croaking creatures awaken the lake.
Bubbles appear on Adam’s ale. My wrist’s reflexes kick in and my
fist tightens. Vigorous ripples on the lake form as I reel the fish
in. Slimy slithery sea plants make their way past my anchor. The
water keeps knocking, but will never enter. The school of fish will

The last gulp of caffeine kicks in like a horse. Drifting past the
never be the same again.
black and white cows is an awakening to my nose as their fresh
manhua fills the air. Are they black with white patches or are they
white with black patches? I am the celebrity and they are my fans.
The orange ball slowly turns yellow causing the temperature to
rise. Perspiration droplets form on my forehead.
Bobbing turtle heads are playing follow the leader. Now you see
them, now you don’t. Sometimes heads, sometimes tails, some-
times hiding in their homes. A roar comes from inside me as I
feel the hunger stabbing my insides. My taste buds crave freshly
cooked fish. I can see it on my plate and feel it on my tongue, soft

Wood on water accelerates my speed. Solid ground is my destina-
and flaky.
tion. Safe and satisfied.

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