ATTRACTIVE HORRORS
A draught blew by me taking my spirit with it. The
strands of my hair crossed my face; the sun peaked its way above the horizon as
if it was scared to shed some light. The smell of the salty sea tingled in my
nose as I breathed in a breath of fresh air. The sand was a minefield of corals,
with a collection of many different multi-coloured seashells; however the sand
was like a bed of royal blankets. It was the beach that my swift legs brought
me to, a place out of anyone’s jurisdiction.
As far as I could tell, I was as liberated as the slaves in Lincoln’s
time
The waves were singing to me a dulcet lullaby ,
making me reminisce my childhood and drawing me closer into them. The frigid
waves penetrated my feet allowing me to drift further into its charm. Its calm
movement entranced me and I waltzed with the waters of Lakewood Bay. As the
waters deepened and thickened, my acidic stomach turned to its side as the
pungent smell of decayed algae filled the air. The aroma aroused fear in my
feeble being and for the first time, I felt the waves become restless.
Suddenly, I was engulfed in a swarm of angry
–looking waves, all hurling insults of a watery fury at my face. Direction was
not a priority when I swam off into the night. As if to my rescue, my eyes
locked on a structure; an odd one I might add. The only memory after that was
my surpressed frown reflected on the waves. I directed my attention to the
building a shuffled
With a new wet perception of the beach, I pushed the
heavy gates of cold iron which prevented me from the house inside which marked
my shelter. I could feel the unevenness of the old, cobbled path beneath, its
dislike for me was tangible. Carrying up on the path the grass carried on
forever into the horizon, a dull, grey colour as if it had lost the will to
live and stopped growing altogether
The air was cold and numb and with every breath, I
drew a misty, chilly exhale. As the house drew nearer everything around me
became quieter and more distant. From the outside, the house was tall and thin
made from large, dark, grey stones that had a rough feel ; all of this
sandwiched together my crumbling cement. Climber plants grew up the house
winding around the drainpipes grabbing for the little sunlight that reached
this desolate place. The door had been left ajar perhaps for many years , or
maybe someone was already in there…
Done by Donna
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