The wind slapped my face with its fierce long finger. The bass echoed in my ears and suddenly I felt the rush of excitement hit my body with a vengeance like lightning hitting an electric wire. The rush pelted the gleaming window depth of the night grew deeper. The ferocious rain is thumping the stainless glass like American troops bombarding the innocent civilians of Iraq. I was unable to see a single soul through my blurred vision. The joy I was witnessing was incredible, as the thrill is beyond my wildest imagination.
I was astonished by the transition in my attitude as I had previously objected and pleaded with my ‘homies’ ‘no’ to steal my neighbour’s vehicle, but my pleas were left unheard. We had waited for hours and hours. Everything was planned to a great deal and we determined not to fail. Finally, after waiting for what seemed like an eternity, the posh and humble family vacated the premises and we were able to carry out our master plan.
We moved gently towards the object of our devocious plan, and there it was, straight from heaven she was a beauty. The luxurious white leather struck my eyes like a beautiful woman exhibiting voluptuous curves. The glamorous rims reflected the shiny rays of the gleaming moon. My fascination fell prey to the flexile contours of the flawlessly built car. The scintillating number plate bore my favourite digits 666… The precious of perfection was rapidly becoming the medium in which my desires to replicate my friend diabolical plans were beginning to emerge. The ruthless digits were haunting me, teasing me, wanting me to commit a sin. They had captured my innocent mind. With this hunger and eagerness, my body’s expectation raised sky high. We carefully walked towards the car and removed the equipment from our bags; I very precisely placed the lock and pick into the keyhole, and opened the door with great care.
A sense of relief filled my body, excitement reached its peak, and at this moment the only thing that came across my mind was getting inside the car and speeding down the M25. On expecting this thought, I felt no need to take second longer. Immediately I rushed inside the vehicle and jumped into the passenger seat. The engine started sooner than I had anticipated. My friends obviously have more experience than I’d expected. There was sudden jerk and within seconds we were already driving towards the motorway.
The engine roared like an aggressive lion leaping ferociously towards its prey. The deafening music blurred, its waves beating my ear drums until they threatened to burst, the surrounding air that was composed of nothing but cigarette smoke. The thick wispy clouds of toxicity had dispersed into the clear night sky. The gentle breeze turned into a vicious and evil beast as the vehicle swept passed with full speed. At this innocent time in the triumph I felt was incredible there was nobody in this narrow world that could defeat me, I was untouchable.
The drizzling rain splattered on the windscreen. I dismissed it initially but as it grew fiercer and fiercer it became harder to ignore its presence. My vision was becoming as blurred as the vipers were failing miserably in their plight to help make the road visible. J-kid in his driver’s seat was not alive by this but was accelerating steadily, as if the rain was a catalyst in his incentive to grow more and more ruthless. Slowly the previous feeling of joy started to fade away.
A creeping feeling of fear started to grow into my instincts. Its surface seemed to be headed with fright. I did not wish to voice my fear, for I feared being condemned as weak. I pursed my lips in an attempt to lock inside all that I felt. I stole a glance at J-kid and he was no longer clear with joy, but had maturated with fear. His eyebrow was heavily creased and his upper lip lined with sweat. I screamed ‘J-kid slow down what are you doing’. I questioned him and was slowed by the terror in his face. The brakes had failed, my worst fear confirmed. The darkness grabbed hold of the car. The wheels of the vehicle screened against the slippery shattered road. I was jolted out of my seat and flew towards the windscreen, with great force. My heart stopped.
Caerphilly Castle Purpose- inform, entertain Audience- very mixed, different ages and backgrounds Mode- spoken Tenor- informal but in informative Point of view- tour guide / tourist board Good morning ladies and gentleman! And welcome to one of the most beautiful sites in this country- Caerphilly castle. Now before we set off on the tour I’d like to give you some details about Caerphilly and its beginnings. The castle dates from medical times it was built in the late 1200s by lord of Glamorgan (one of Henry 111’s most powerful most infamous barons) despites the lord’s riches, this castle was mote merely a display of wealth, it had another purpose. A far more deadly purpose. (The) Caerphilly castle was meant as a weapon of war. It was considered a technological breakthrough in the act of the military strategy. As we look around the castle today you will see detail, every stone and every block was designed for defence in war.
Now if you’d like to follow me ladies and gentleman, I shall show you the castles entrance. Caerphilly is one of the most magnificent castles in Britain. Not only in strength but in size – Caerphilly is second only to Windsor castle. Now a huge castle needs a large and sturdy defence. As we see here – no expense was spared in defending this castle. This spectacular structure in Caerphilly’s doubled drawbridge. And you can see either side, there are the tavering walks and platforms defending the main body of the castle it definitely would take an army to get beyond these massive walls, don’t you think? That is if they made it past the surrounding moat!
As we walk through the castle, I’ll explain a little about Caerphilly use of water. Amazingly as well as the moat, the castle is surrounded by moa sakes and lakes. This is yet another example of defence within the grounds. The use of drawbridge and moats queue after concepts to keep the enemy out. Now unfortunately the defence didn’t help poor king Edward 11 very much. What many people don’t know about Caerphilly castle is that it was once the site of the biggest domestic war in history! Edwards’s wife, Isabella invaded the castle during a war between them and left the castle in ruins! Luckily since then the castle has been returned and this is your view today.
