CHIVAS HENNESSY Chapter I: "New Kid on the Block"

One day I was staring at the exquisite view of nature behind the glass window that reeling in fast pace on my sight. The sun was at its peak that dashed its ray upon the thick forest. It added vivid color on the green leaves of the trees. The scenery appeared to be warm that contradicts the cool weather on the eleventh of June, 2007.

 

“Seeing such things are so refreshing,” I thought.

 

The view perceived by my eyes was far too different from the tall buildings and busy noisy streets of New York City. The green untouched mountains, birds that flew as we pass, lush green grass spreading on the feet of the trees, rapids of crystal clear river that bash on huge rocks and colorful flowers that bloom beside the railway soothes my eyes and soul. I felt overwhelm witnessing such doozy view even though it’s just in split seconds. Too bad I couldn’t hear the sound of nature as we pass that would complete my very rare experience. The window was tightly sealed. All I could hear is the sound of the train at its moderate noise and the passengers chattering around.

 

The Maglev (magnetic levitation) train I took travel at the speed of 400km/h. I flew nine hours from New York City and spent two hours inside the train from the airport. I felt weary and I’ve grown impatient with my journey.

“Excuse me, sir. How much longer does it take to the next station? (which would be my last point of destination),” I asked the man sitting next to me. He looked like he is about at his early forties and appeared to be a businessman in his corporate black suit and red and white stripe tie; clean cut hair and newly shaved face and had a suitcase with him on his lap.

 

“Half an hour probably,” he answered straight and in flat tone. His voice was husky. I wanted to have conversation with him just to break the dead air inside the train but he seemed strict and not in the mood for a talk.

 

It was my longest trip ever and my body’s craving for a broad soft bed and hit the hay. I leaned back in my seat and closed my eyes. Moments later I failed to notice that I fell asleep.

 

 

Children yelling with enthusiasm woke me from my sleep, “We’re here! We’re here!”

 

I gently rubbed my eyes then I open them slowly. At first my vision was a bit blur then I clearly saw and read the huge sign: WELCOME TO CHIVAS HENNESSY.

 

“Welcome to your new world, Charles,” I told myself. “Hope I’ll enjoy my stay here.”

 

I grabbed my luggage and boarded off the train. I took the escalator ascending from the subway. The city was more like New York. Busy people were passing in front of me and the new kid in the block look overhead “Can’t believe I’m finally here.”

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Marie]

Sorry, I don't do books; I haven't time.
Your writing is good and descriptive, but you misstenses. I took the liberty ot rewriting your first two paragraphs in what I believe is the correct form.
One day I was staring at the exquisite view of nature that reeled in fast pace behind the glass window. The sun was at its peak, dashing its rays upon the thick forest. It added vivid color on the green leaves of the trees. The scenery appeared to be warm that day, contradicting the cool weather on the eleventh of June, 2007.

The view perceived by my eyes was far too different from the tall buildings and busy noisy streets of New York City. The green untouched mountains, birds that flew as we passed, lush green grass spreading on the feet of the trees, rapids of crystal clear river that bash on huge rocks and colorful flowers that bloom beside the railway soothed my eyes and soul. I felt overwhelmed witnessing such doozy (I'm not sure "doozy" is appropriate here, but it's such a charming word that I wouldn't delete it) view, even though it’s just split seconds. Too bad I couldn’t hear the sound of nature as we passed that would complete my very rare experience. The window was tightly sealed. All I could hear was the sound of the train and the chattering passengers.

[schmidt]

Thank you so much...

[Marie]

'Moments later I failed to notice that I fell asleep." This line makes no sense, yet it's strangely appealing.

[schmidt]

=D ... I wrote it to make the flow like a normal thing that happens... =)

[schmidt]

Does my description goes too much?

[Marie]

No, description is good, and I should use more of it in my work.

[schmidt]

Thank you ma'am... I thought went too much and drags the flow of the story...

[schmidt]

Pardon me. This is my first writing attempt. =D