Courgette description writing

Furiously within, Courgette attacked the kite with immense precision and
caution to execute the finish of his ultimate kite. The image of his beloved
father placed in a heroic costume rested upon the piece of paper. Rushing it was
not an option, but a desire for its completion.

Finally, it was finished. The sunshine flooded into the room with no mercy and
drowned everything within. Courgette walked hurriedly to the stained oak chair,
creaking with every step he took. He tied to the rope to the chair and imagined
the kite flying solely through the air, freedom flowing through its veins and
arteries. He sighed; freedom was beyond his reach. Courgette walked rushedly
to the attic window and let the kite go, it took its flight with elegance. Its
magnificence could be awed at from the horizon beyond; he smiled.

He ascended down the flight of steps, careful not to create a noise. Each step
was placed precariously below the other, like a mouth of crooked teeth denied
the attention it deserved.

“Liars! Filthy liars!” His mother’s continuous ranting at the TV could bring back
the hearing of those that could not. The stench of alcoholic burping filled the
house with a stinky haze of green poison; Courgette didn’t care. His mother’s
addiction laid at the bottom of his list of worries. Cans were scattered
unthoughtfully which created a trail towards the unilluminated living room. The
stench strengthened as he walked closer to his mother’s drunken lair. Courgette
picked up the last of the empty cans and carried them up to his own lair of
escapism and imagination. There, he commenced with the stacking of cans. For
him, it was the only method of releasing untamed creativity. The sunlight was
sucked out with force and replaced with an army of fuming clouds striving
furiously forward to block out any sunlight. Nevertheless, Courgette’s creativity
was not dampened and he carried on stacking his cans.

Struggling with the last of its life, Courgette’s kite of immacuality flew
crookedly in the shivery winter breeze. The clouds had now swarmed the sky to
form an ocean of black fuzz.

THUMP! Courgette collided with the rigid, wooden floor which created a mighty
thud! The thunder struck viciously at the Earth and the vibrations