After Goodnight Mister Tom Creative Writing

Thick clouds of smoke and ash billowed from the chimneys of every factory as off the beaten track(predicate) as the eye could ensure. The factories all looked the equal, tall grey box- the like structures erected from the ground. There was no color here. No happiness. It had been 7 years since last came to the city. I never wanted to come back, thought the memories would be too painful, but Mr.. gobbler made me come. He said it would be good for me to get everywhere my past. As I looked around, I remembered back to when the station was full of soldiers pass off to the war. The bombing had clearly taken its toll on the city.It had been virtually a year since the end of the war and many an(prenominal) factories were still damaged. Had conk so accustom to the country life that I forgot what the city was like, what is smelled like, what it tasted like. I never thought would be returning to the city where so many bad memories took place. I walked down the station platform to a b ench, the same bench where I found my mother that last time I arrived here, it looked to be the very same bench, even after all these years. The city had changed so much, it seemed to be the solely thing that hadnt, and everything was much more leaden and plain. Liked down the highway looking at all the factories and buildings. The only walked the smaller the buildings became, until they were just houses on the outskirts of the city. I move down the street of where I used to stay. I stopped outside an old house. My house. This is where was abused, told I was useless and that nobody cares for me, this is where my mother left me. I never lived here, it was only a home in which I slept and ate. To me, my home is, and always impart be, in Little Weirdo. As the thumb began to darken, the autumn leaves glowed a impertinent orange in the twi gentle. A red overlay covered the city.The cheer a rich red and clouds a bright pink. I turned away and started to look for a place to sleep, an inn. As the last light faded, the sky became a dark blue, the stars twinkling in the night sky and the cool night air whistling in through the turn out window. I sat down my things in the room and laid on the bed. Tomorrow I will go visit the rest of London, to see what has changed, or what hasnt. I will visit the school where used to go, perhaps its still render. Maybe its not even there, blown up like the rest of the buildings seemed to be. Darkness overcame me and heaviness filled my eyelids, the strength to hold them open had long left me.