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The Arctic Monkeys evolved from garage rock to Space rock

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Do Me A Favour.

Do Me A Favour

The dark roads were daunting, I’ve driven up and down these roads for years. I always drove her home, for the past four years. The warm tear ran down my cheek and hit the soaked steering wheel, I glanced over at her. Her head was in her hands and she was sobbing, I crumbled seeing her like that. I knew it was all my fault.

I turned down her road and I parked the car outside her apartment. My head hit the steering wheel as her sobs got louder due to the silence of the engine. I have never felt so bad in my life. My stomach was aching in a way I have never felt before. I knew no matter what I said, nothing would change. More tears ran down my face.

I had just destroyed something perfect. Curiosity got the better of me and I regret it so much and I don’t know how I’m going to fix this. I wanted her to get out of the car and slam the door and never talk to me ever again, that would have been easier honestly. I was so afraid that she was going to ask me questions because I have no answers. I wish I knew why so we could fix it.

She looked over at me and I slowly lifted my head from the steering wheel and our eyes met. Her eyes were raw and I assume mine was too. She smiled as tears rolled down her face. She pushed against the door to open it, git out and walked to her front door. Her shoes were still untied.

I forced a smile as she went in and locked her door. As soon as she was out of sight, my head hit the wheel again and I cried for a long time before driving down the road that felt like it went on forever.

I took inspiration from an arctic monkeys song with the same title. 

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The Beat of the Night.

The Beat of the Night

The beat of the night is there every night. The low bass and intermittent thumps. The melody is around when you can't sleep, sometimes the melody even wakes you up. You wonder where it is coming from and why it plays even though you know the answer. This sweet tune can sometimes remind you that you are alone, it reminds you that there is no one there to drown out the song, or join in with there own beat. The song can be relaxing after a long day of a much louder commotion, the song can also hurt when you just need silence. If you’ve never heard the song, you should be thankful. It's not always a pleasant thing for your ears. It is very easy to hear the song when you know its there, its always there. You would swear the volume raises when you are down. Lie completely still at night and the beat of the night will come to you too.

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Figure

It was a normal Monday morning, I got up at 6:45am and did my daily routine. It was 8:10am and my dad called me to go to school. I grabbed a CD off my shelf and went downstairs. I jumped into the car and turned on the heat as it was freezing. I put on my favourite Arctic Monkeys album and my dad and I bopped our heads for the 20-minute journey to school. It was a completely normal journey so far.

My dad dropped me off and I walked into school with my head down, as usual, I went down the hall to my locker and waited for the motion-activated light to clock my presence. I took my keys out of my bag and opened my creaky, royal-blue locker and but my jacket and phone in, I closed the locker and headed to the main area to try and spot my friend. I saw him and I skipped over to him and we caught up about our weekends. Alex was very quiet and to himself, but he was open and chatty to me, I guess I have that effect on people. We chatted for a good 20-minutes before the bell rang. I had English first with Mr McCarthy and I was looking forward to this class all week. We were going to be discussing gothic texts and that was right down my street.

I strutted into the class and to my dismay we had a substitute and he had left no work at all. The substitute was a short plump woman and she seemed very anti-teenager (she was in the wrong job). I decided I was going to listen to music for the hour, I then realized that I had thrown my headphones into my locker instead of my bag this morning.

I was exhausted so I just put my head down and I couldn’t relax because the class were so loud and the substitute had absolutely no control over a bunch of 15 and 16-year-olds. It's funny sometimes to watch a grown woman panic about a bunch of adolescents. I finally relaxed but maybe a bit too much, I started to drift away into dreamland.

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I was rudely awoken by a flash that flew past me. I blinked slowly to try and get my orientation back. I was dizzy and I couldn’t see properly, I rubbed my eyes roughly and looked up. I saw there was something written on the whiteboard, ‘Turn Around’ was there in child-like handwriting. Puzzled I turned my head thinking someone was playing a prank on me, as I was looking around I noticed the lack of classmates and a teacher. When I had fully rotated I saw a figure standing in the corner standing completely still with its head down, facing the wall. I pinched myself to wake myself up from this cruel dream. I wasn’t removed from the room, this was real.

I shot my head back to the board and now it read ‘RUN!’ in bold writing. I turn back to the figure and it was turned around, his head still down but facing me. I couldn’t make out a single characteristic of the figure, this made it even more terrifying. I quickly turned my head back to the board and the writing was removed and replaced with ‘too late’ in all lowercase and red.

I panicked and looked to the corner to see the figure had vanished. I spun on the spot as I heard the door slam. Petrified, I turn trying to look for another way out, there was none. Footsteps passed by the classroom and menacing laughter emerged from the hallway. Suddenly, the room turned pitch-black and then the lights began to flicker. The running footsteps were now in the classroom and the menacing laughter got louder and louder. I dropped to my knees and covered my eyes and balled my eyes out. Hoping and hoping this was just a dream. I peered through my hands to see the room was black and the lights had stopped flickering. I gained the courage to look up slowly, and the lights came back on and I saw what horror was in-front of me.  I saw the figure bolting towards me. It had long stick-thin legs and matching arms. Its face was a gaping hole with sharp teeth all around and a lizard-like tongue and lizard eyes that were one of the only things that lit up. I screeched and the room turned pitch black.

 This is a continuation of a story we had to do in school for English.

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Hazy Days

HAZY DAYS

Hazy days, my favourite. Sunday morning lie-in, a lie in being 8am for me. A quick breakfast and in the car, we’d go. The bright summer sun was shining in through the backseat window blinding me. Some old song played on the radio and the sun making the blue on my Dublin jersey pop. A lengthy 2-hour drive to Navan, spelt the same backwards as forwards as my dad would say every time we were Meath bound.

We would arrive and I would skip down the driveway and look in beaming to see my Nanna beaming back, I’d wave as she got to her feet to open the door for us. She’d open the door and let us in warmly. A big hug and the homely smell would hit me. I would bound into the living room as mam went into the kitchen with the makings of Sunday dinner. As I entered the living room I would look around and see the red sofas, the aged curtains, the pictures of all her grandchildren on the press beside her armchair and the tv. The Tv was an ancient brick of machine, you could hear the static. The Sunday Game intro would start. She was mad into the football. I would lie down on the red, corduroy couch and I started to focus on the fuzzy screen. Dublin versus Monaghan. I heard the squeal of the kettle from the kitchen, I knew what was coming.

My mam walked in with a tray of mugs and a sugar bowl set the tray down on the table. The spoons hit off each other. My mam scuttled off and nanna sat herself up and started to pour the tea. My dad would arrive in with the foldup coffee table. Mam would arrive back with a plate of apple turnovers. My favourite. We would eat the pastries and drink the tea and clean up. My mam would go to make dinner.

I sat back up on the comfy couch as the game began. I would pay close attention to all my idols, Dean Rock and Bernard Brogan. I would always hope that one day I would be one of them. My nanna would shout for the boys in blue.

The hazy sunshine shone in through the large window into my eyes. I wish I could go back to those days, I didn’t appreciate the days as much as I should have.

I wrote this about my nanna who died a few years ago. I loved her a lot and I miss her a lot. :)