Creative Writing

... Creative Writing essay: The air terminal grew to seem like a waste lad; a desert of aridity, commercialism and antiseptic smiles. Our flight was delayed. The whole incident began a mere 5 hours ago, when I arrived with my parents at Heathrow the bustling International airport, which has become a symbol of Britain's aviation supremacy. The pleasant taxi ride to the airport gave me the chance to quill the fears of my first flight and to fill me with a sense of mysterious anticipation. The airport itself felt like a focal point for people from all walks of life, gathering in one place for one sole purpose of flight. The sheer number of people engulfed me with a sense of uncertainty and dread as I walked through the long meandering passageways of the building and into the waiting lounge. The waiting lounge was a gigantic room encompassed with double glazed glass;

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