Fame made me lonely :: Creative Writing Essays

Fame make me l integritynesslyJulie, theres a new number one shouted Kayleigh to her sister.Who is it? questioned Julie.Its Chris Riley and its called depression Time rushed Kayleigh, eager to hear the song.Chris Riley was in his luxury palace, observation the top ten chart on his 78 inch blood plasma screen television. His agent, Mark Priestman, informed him that his singlewent straight to number one in just two days. Chris was pleased. He didnt lookthrilled or excited. I didnt understand why he wasnt chuffed.Chris Riley lived in a rarified student residence in a desolate place in the depths ofYorkshire. His mansion had four understructures each containing at least seven rooms. Thelong, lavish corridors were beautifully decorated with a light blue carpet andportraits of him posing. There was an indoor(prenominal) extensive swimming pool that had gold railings. On the fourth floor there was a small private cinema that had twenty homely seats with large beverage holders.The cin ema had several small spotlights and the stairs were luminous green. Themansion had e reallything a person could ever want, including a ample disco, whichmust have been used for parties. There was a large degree with a bar next to it but there was no one inside it. I had looked around most of the house and it was all empty.I eventually figured out which room was Chriss bedroom. It was very spaciouswith petty inside it. Chris had a double sized bed with basic furniture. To the leftfield of the room was a large photograph that showed Chris with a women and a childly girl, about four or five years old. They all looked very happy and free fromthe popularity he had back in England. It looked to me as if they were on holidaybecause they were on a seaside when the sun was setting to ruin a magnificenteffect on the photo.I looked round the quoin and spotted Chris walking towards his room. He silentlysat down on the bed and stared at the photograph. He looked deeply into thewomans eye s and wondered, Why did you channel me? Why? He questioned withrage. You separated me from my own daughter His eyes had morose red andtears were escaping from his eyes and landed onto his black silk shirt.Suddenly, it had all do sense to me why his mansion was so empty of life andhappiness. He laid down gripping his hair with devastation of his separation fromthe ones he loved. When they had left she had taken half of his money with her.