Mist sat delicately across the darkened hue of night time, while clouds slowly strolled past above the town’s surface. The moon’s light was dimmed by the resentful gatherings of gas. The border of where the horizon met the ocean waves was almost invisible, the only contrast that could be seen being the slightly darker tone of the gentle laps the waves pushed over each other. The streets below were vacant, and not a sound could be heard for miles. The roads were lined with a thick coat of muck and shrivelled autumn leaves. A withering flower was littered in between the cracks of the pavement accompanied by dead grass. The lines that had been painted on the roads what seemed to be over a decade ago were fading with time as appeared as faint as a supernatural being.
The street lamps lined these filthy streets and did not do the city much justice. Most of the lights were flickering rapidly, while others did not work at all. The metal coating around all of the electrical systems were peeling off and rusting, cracking at the slightest touch. There was not much wildlife nor naturalistic life around, the only thing being a tree every two or three miles and the dead grass and withering flowers within the path.
Stores, hotels and other human buildings lined the streets with crumbling plaster and decaying tiles, with walls that were falling apart and were a hazardous thing for any person. Gates which separated the homes from the sidewalls were hanging off on one hinge, threatening to tip over on its side and completely give up on holding on. Front gardens were unkept and in bad shape, clearly having not been tailored to for many decades.
Within the silence of the night, a loud shriek erupted as a small girl caught sight of the hurricane which citizens had been warned about the previous night. She felt the heavy winds brush across her face as she clung desperately to one of the crumbling lamps, the wind dangerously close to sweeping the small six-year-old from her feet and a thousand of the same into the air. A fearful cry vibrated through her throat and slipped past her lips as her grip began to loosen and she felt her fingers begin to slip. What she could not see, however, was her own father holding the mother close to his chest as they watched from their house nearby: watching their little girl get swept away by the winds and carried off to the dark. The father struggled to keep the mother from running to the girl, so that she didn’t lose her own life and her daughter’s.
The street lamps lined these filthy streets and did not do the city much justice. Most of the lights were flickering rapidly, while others did not work at all. The metal coating around all of the electrical systems were peeling off and rusting, cracking at the slightest touch. There was not much wildlife nor naturalistic life around, the only thing being a tree every two or three miles and the dead grass and withering flowers within the path.
Stores, hotels and other human buildings lined the streets with crumbling plaster and decaying tiles, with walls that were falling apart and were a hazardous thing for any person. Gates which separated the homes from the sidewalls were hanging off on one hinge, threatening to tip over on its side and completely give up on holding on. Front gardens were unkept and in bad shape, clearly having not been tailored to for many decades.
Within the silence of the night, a loud shriek erupted as a small girl caught sight of the hurricane which citizens had been warned about the previous night. She felt the heavy winds brush across her face as she clung desperately to one of the crumbling lamps, the wind dangerously close to sweeping the small six-year-old from her feet and a thousand of the same into the air. A fearful cry vibrated through her throat and slipped past her lips as her grip began to loosen and she felt her fingers begin to slip. What she could not see, however, was her own father holding the mother close to his chest as they watched from their house nearby: watching their little girl get swept away by the winds and carried off to the dark. The father struggled to keep the mother from running to the girl, so that she didn’t lose her own life and her daughter’s.
Wow! I really liked this!
Your sense of imagery is very strong and I definitely felt a wash of gothic energy over me, if that makes any sense.
If this is just a sneak peek, I'm excited to see if/when you post the whole shebang.
Your sense of imagery is very strong and I definitely felt a wash of gothic energy over me, if that makes any sense.
If this is just a sneak peek, I'm excited to see if/when you post the whole shebang.
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