The Assassin - page 1
Keywords: Descriptive writing, Detailed writing English The Assasin Coursework
By Mose. on 01/09/2008
Level: GCSE Key Stage 4 (Years 10-11)
Page Number: 1 of 3 pages: 1 2 3
The Assassin
As the cold night dawned, a distinguishing dark stature stood prevailing over a disused post box. The crystal clear rain drenched his long black coat; he never changed his position and stood as a defiant statue. His figure was deformed as he was concealing something peculiar under his coat. The smell in the air was fresh as the rain drowned the dirty smell of the slums. His stone cold nerves were triggered by cars passing down the long, prevailing road. It was clear he was there for a purpose; a purpose which presented him with unwanted looks from curious passers by. In spite of the cold glare from concerned passers by his presumptuous desire of murder was about to be
enriched with the death of his next defenceless victim. Time persistently moved on, the ticking of an imaginary clock ringing emphatically in the strangers mind. Distant recollections of pain, hate and vice images recurring over and over in the stranger’s mind. The mild moon manoeuvred in and out of the pouring clouds whilst its light acted as a beacon in the slowly descending skies. The street is almost lonely, left with nothing but the company of the unknown person. Despite the hostile environment, the stranger concentrated with sheer intent on the frail, bleak house opposite.
The frail, bleak house stood in a derelict and dilapidated state. An unwanted Christmas present discarded in the lonely and worthless outskirts, placed in oppression with the other outcasts. The houses stood in obedient rows, each with its own unique sign of emptiness. The rain to pour defiantly against the dominant houses, whilst the rusty old drains continuously overflowed with rainwater as though it were experiencing bleeding. The weather suited the crude, sombre associations of the strangers purpose . The flustering wind blew the scarecrow trees against the damp windowpanes as the moonlight fought its way through cracks on the discarded side door. The house was dull, lifeless and gloomy as the moon cast its abnormal shadow on the long waved grass. The street was eerie as though it were cast in some sort of underworld sickened by the damned. The house stood defiantly opposite the eccentric stranger, who was troubled by its dominating authority. Despite the stern warning of the house, the stranger stood unhindered.
Suddenly the stranger looked up with great anticipation. A mysterious car turned innocently onto the lonely street. He fixed eyes
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