Look at the sky , to know that, you are not yet there.

You need to strive for higher  grounds in whatever you do.

THE REAL TRAGEDY

THE REAL TRAGEDY

Billy , the  light heavyweight boxing  world  title  holder  , was  living his dream life  in new York’s suburbs having  a supportive wife and a  witty daughter . When he lost his wife, house and the   property, Billy was devastated and he ended up becoming a drunkard. His daughter, the only reason he would live, was taken by domestic officers to a children home.

Just  like  any other boxer , he  was  where he could sustain injuries   and bruises on  his  face from remarkable  blows of other  boxers who hoped to bag  his title, he somehow managed to  get a job  as a gym  sweeper.

This created an opportunity to land a new coach and training ground. Before long he was up again and ready to face his tough rival Escobar.

As I reflect on this 2015 film titled ‘south paw’, it can be quite depressing to lose what you value the most. Billy was at the breaking point, ready for suicide, but he did not break.

The most significant lesson is that the real tragedy of a man is not loosing what he values the most, rather, loosing hope. We must never   lose hope in ourselves, even when no one else believes in us, at least let us be the only ones who believe in ourselves.

The  good book  tell us , even as  small  as a mustard seed  , you  could  say to this  mountain , “ move  from here to there , and it will  move.  Nothing will be impossible.

No matter how far deep we sink, we must call to mind that nothing is impossible for those who are hopeful. Faith is inseparable from hope. May we never lose hope and succumb to the real tragedy.

Written by Jane Njambi(madam)

EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED

EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED

James  just turned sixteen  and he was never happy as he  was  today, because  his uncle John surprised him with a  ticket  that would fly  him  to  Hungary to complete his further studies. James had been staying with his uncle John since he was seven after a tragic occurrence where his own real parents abandoned him. He never knew why this happened. His prayers was that, one day he could meet them , and ask them , really , what the hell happened!. It haunted him at nights and would make him zone out during classes.

All parked and ready to leave, he bid Uncle   John a heartfelt of love and finally said goodbye. While on board, James could not stop thinking about all the favours his uncle had done for him. He decided to work hard and   let no distraction come his way to deny his goal.The plane touched down and there he was, in Hungary and in front of him he saw his new and bright life.

The temperatures were moderate and the city was clean. It was a total contrast from where he had grown up. He noticed the yellow taxis and booked one to take him to his apartment. As the journey begun, James gazed outside the open window at the tall buildings and new faces that passed by. The wind hitting his face brought his heart at peace. He breathed in the fresh air and could not wait to see more, explore more and taste more.

Opening the golden, cold door knob, James placed his foot into his room for the first time. He was mesmerized at how it looked. There was a closet right next to the door on the left side and on the right side there was a bathroom. Walking two steps forward into the room, he saw a large window that gave him the view of Hungary. There was a couch, a table and a bed and in the corner was a study table. This was just perfect for him.

James made friends fast and soon they decided to have a look around the city, to familiarize them with the new environment, as he passed the thousand faces, he saw someone he thought, he knew. Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw. A rash of joy ran through his spine because it was his problems possibly being solved! He did not want to assume that it was them, his parents .So, he followed them, this time leaving his friends behind, was it really them? Will he get the answers to his questions? So many questions bombarding his mind as he tried to push through the crowd. He finally made it to them.

Before they could speak, he flooded them with his questions   and when he was done he noticed that everyone was staring at him. He ignored the stares.”Why could you do this to me”, he asked the elderly couple, ‘How’? ‘Why?’

He wondered, if he was seeing some ghost, he knew his parents were dead, but this couple looked so much as his parents.  That explained why everyone stared at him because they thought he was talking to a blank wall and that he was crazy.

The old couple could not understand how a stranger could claim that he knew them. The couple vehemently denied ever having had a son; this crashed the little hope James had of ever meeting his parents. He walked away from them with eyes full of tears. He did not know where he was going; he just walked blindly, not knowing where he was going. He was in total shock

By Janvi Patel

STORM

STORM

The muscular gusts carrying great amounts of invisible moisture drenched my entirely in a sudden gush. The wind so energetic that it uprooted whole shrubs and catapulted them yards away. The rainfall so uncontrollable that a dry road took merely half a minute to be filled to the height of a baby pool. This is certainly a glimpse of how painfully devastating Mother Nature can get when sudden, unfavourable climate factors intercool.

Circular lumps of hail being thrown by the devil personally shattered windscreens of   many cars left in the open in the unforgiving vicinity. It was as if a swarm of bullets manifested the utopian land to destroy its innate peace.

The furrows travelling parallel to the streets on either side of it overflowed till it created an unwanted, flat groove which flanked it on both sides. Loose mud carried  in the  beating  currents of waves  coloured the water in an  undesirable  shade   of brown , much like  seeing an overflowing sewage in a  third  world  country.

Twisters of unimaginable  magnitudes flocked  from across  the  horizon , sweeping  mercilessly  any matter  that crossed its pre planned  path of total annihilation. Wood planks and mutilated twigs found itself flinging out of the tornado. If it found itself on the edge of the engine of the humungous centrifugal force.

The dark  grey  clouds  never  seemed  to dissipate , always dense enough  to even  darken  the sunniest of the days. Lightings banged upon empty grassland, producing thunders loud enough to destroy ear drums from tens of miles away.

Done by Amba K.

turned red

turned red

I shot up in bed awakened by a sound that I had thought was my alarm clock. A cool breeze blew in my cold, dark room. The red LED light of my clock read. 1: 22. A sudden cloud of smoke filled the room and my eyes started burning and turned red. I rushed out of the room realizing the rise of temperature in my two floored house.

Looking out, I saw a beautiful orange light lit up the sky. Too eager  to know , I tumbled  down the stairs   and   out  of  the warming  up house ,  I went. At the  sight  of the valley , my  eyes   tired  of watching the confused  area stuck to  my  heavy  eyelids.

‘Hello!’ I asked a man screaming.

 No answer. Boom! I heard it again.

 Walking  a few  steps , the  heat increased  and I stopped  to see  what was happening on my  right hand  side .  All that could be seen was a flame eating up the tallest  building  in my  colony , a dusty , grey smoke  rose above  my  head  as I watched the scenery , stunned. My muscles froze and my eyes refused to close.

Done by Shakshi

HAUNTED HOUSE

HAUNTED HOUSE

Blood stained walls, red and vivid,

reflecting in the gloomy moonlight.

The screaming of the living dead,

echoes against the walls,

 sharp as a knife ,

 piercing through my ears,

 their cries  and scream were heard  from  miles ;

 a  plea for help.

Cracked floor boards,

moss and fungi filling the vacant space,

 forming a grass soft carpet but an eye bleeding sore.

 The air was cold against my skin,

fast moving air almost trimming the hair  that laid  upon  my arm , as I opened the door  that could  determine my fate.

 Dust filled rooms,

dark and empty,

again more scream,

 shattering the silence.

Written by Kimanzi K.

WHAT A LIFE

WHAT A LIFE 

Don't just have a career or academic goals. Set goals, to give you a balanced successful life. Balanced means ensuring your health, relationships, mental peace are all in good order. There is  no point of getting promotion on the day of your breakup, there is no fun in driving a car when your back hurts, shopping is not enjoyable if your mind is full of tensions. 

Don't take life seriously, life is not meant to be taken seriously as we are temporarily here; we are like the pre-paid credit card with a limited validity. If we are lucky, we may last another 50 years which is just 2500 weekends. Do we really need to be worked up?......... It's okay to miss  few classes, scoring low in couple of papers, take leave from work, fall in love, have a little fight with our spouse. We are humans not programmed devices..! 

There should be time for every thing for example;

- time to cry

- time to laugh

- to to play 

- time to rest and sleep. etc

So dear, don't be serious, all the time,  enjoy life. 

reproduced from 2016 articles 

kind permission from Akash Bhatt                                                                                

COURT SCENE

COURT SCENE

The atmosphere was utterly silent. After a heated debate, the judge was kept busy like a bee as he had to compile evidence and statements from both sides. As the clock ticked by, everyone was seen fidgeting nervously as they grandly awaited the final verdict by the judge.

Most of the eyes in  the  dusty , old room gazed upon the wise man  wearing a curly  , white wig , depicting  great  figures  such as   Newton and Voltaire . Others looked down at the floor in desperation, especially the convicted. A calming, tranquil painting of giraffes by the sunset hung above the judge’s head, which had zero effect in this case as no one had come to a court, leaving their livelihood, to gaze at a spectacular, ineffective work of art.

 The benches behind  the main stage  were certainly  flocked  by people , all in  an alert  state  but  none discussing their  state of mind  with the other. Sharply dressed lawyers – gold studded watches, polished boots and matte black suits – were the only ones who were used to such uncomfortable, awkward situations – they seemed to be the only two people who could keep their calm in this life defining moment.

A sixth sense floated around that the convicted is actually guilty, and its intensity could be felt in the eyes of the invited spectators. All looking at him , but displaying  diverse facial expressions  - from  sheer disgust of  raping a mother of two , to  the fierce anger of  how  a shaming such an act  can prove  to be , it  could be all be  felt  through  the windows of the soul.

Done by  Ambar K.

FIREWORK DISPLAY

FIREWORK DISPLAY

Everyone’s eyes are starring deep into the night sky, soon to be brought to life as the clock ticks by. It is a perfectly cloudless night, with dim stars visible despite the bright city lights. Telescopic camera lenses have all taken stance towards only one direction, as if the only way is up.

Swoosh! There goes the rocket against the force of gravity, creating explosive sounds. For a moment, everyone thought they are in a battlefield engulfed in sounds of flying bullets and swinging rockets. Their fiery trails locked the gaze of the thousands of eyes present there, like a comets tail burning as it gets too hot.

For a second in mid – air, it seemed as if the rockets had disappeared into thin air abruptly. But no, the first patch of vivid colours burst into life just the way a flower buds pops up in spring. The fiery traces glittered intensely as they broke off   from the point of incarnation, and in the process warmly illuminated the dull, void sky.

 A second  wave of rockets dispatched  loudly , this  time  bursting and taking the shape  of a hexagonal ice  flake , whose  six  sides further went ahead   with a glowing tail , then busted  into six smaller  ice flakes . This time they were smaller, but collectively brighter and charmed the awed public in sheer memorization.

As excitement reached its peak level, clicking flashes were visible from the crowd, with phones facing higher than anyone’s eyes. The colours of blue, orange, red and yellow had bled the sky with a sharp, lively spark. The blend of colours sent currents down my spine, provoking goose bumps on every part of my body.

Done by Ambar

FOREST

FOREST

The vertically gigantic pine trees created a dense canopy, below which sunlight could not comfortably penetrate, always keeping the floor of the forest damp and cold. The ancient barks were stripped off its outer layers, rendering to the harsh seasons it has gone through.

The air was always stagnant, with most of the gusts broken down by the mighty resistance of the trees.   They were the guardians of what lied below them, from the brutal precipitation of the wet season to the intense sun’s heat in the dry season, anything under its shadow was sure that they would not face the first wave of attack.

Intertwining  streams from many different vein tributaries  joined up at the heart of the forest , where lush greenery  was at its best , and the spot where the grizzly  bears and the elks  and the moose’s of the  tundra met after a day full of feeding the patchy grasses on the wet rocks.

The rocky, steep cliffs formed a boundary to one side of the forest, beyond which neither the animals could climb nor come down. Along the cliff, a waterfall formed in which salmons rushed upstream. Hungry brown bears were ready to catch their prey as they patiently awaited their arrival upstream.

Below our feet, fallen decaying leaves were being consumed by thousands of maggots. The busy ants were systematically following a trail via which they got back autumn leaves and   stripped, dead tree barks back to their tiny dugout.

Done by Ambar K.

QUIET RESORT

QUIET RESORT

In the midst of the gentle, green valleys in the middle of nowhere, I stood a vast fenced area with silent meadow and scattered buildings. The gentle breeze brushed upon my  face , the rustling of  leaves on the tall ,  coniferous trees playing a soothing melody, harmonized  by the explicit chirps of colourful birds  never  known  before .

It  was a real life paradise in this unforgiving utopia . Away  from the bustle of the city  and  the stressful  responsibilities , the warm atmosphere hugged me into its arms of tranquil serenity. The  sun was high in the sky , although not intense enough to slither through the optically dense mist. The dew on the  grass had not yet evaporated although it was just half an hour till  the second half of the day would commence.

On the lower  side of the undulating landscape , a river formed  from a waterfall originating from so high up that even the clouds could not climb it. Its water so sweet  that I thought it must have come  from the lake of wisdom from  higher  lands.

The dark green pine  trees  grew  so high  that if you  reach the top  you could tickle the sky. It’s pointy top scraping through the clouds like a needle piercing through a piece of cotton. Overlooking the dense pine vegetation , there is a silver river that  never ever  runs dry, in which if you take a swim you would learn  how to fly.

Done by Ambar K.

bright sky

The clear blue bright sky

The beautiful blue sky 
Brings a smile to your face

Signaling a new fresh day for you

There is a feeling of joy every morning
Makes you feel free like a baby
Feel the cool breeze pass by
It's another great day for you

Do , what you like doing best
Makes the  day,
Happy and great day to you!

LIFE EVERLASTING ?

LIFE EVERLASTING ?

Life everlasting? Desire ever wanting?

Paintings on a wall, shimmered  in the dark fog

Light seeping in, emulating the rising call

Pitch dorks and fine demanding my fall

Quiet the liar’s!  out spoken the  dividers;

Dispute the reminder, but never be the liar.

Driven with fire, left to burn entire

Reasons with no domineer, all at most the bitter fear.

Interrogate my interior? To deteriorate my exterior

 Discriminate through one ear, out the other

The domineer, rectifying the problematic concealed

Only to find it, lost in the rear

A pulsing heart, driven by fear

Gives off, none the less few tears

Left to consider, all at best;

Unbearable life , apart from death

Done by Kimanzi K.

EDUCATION - EVERY INDIVIDUAL'S RIGHT!

EDUCATION - EVERY INDIVIDUAL'S RIGHT! 

Have you ever wanted to be famous, to know answers the way you know lyrics? 

Well, education is the key. It's basically a process of learning, teaching and training. It includes : academics, sports, co-cirricular activities, and morals and values. It's importance we all know, but here are a few key points:

• The art of playing with words aids to paint the canvas of hearts with different perspectives .

• It gives you the roots of independence that anchor you to the world, keeping your stem from wilting towards the light of favour. 

• It's a ticket to the synonym of success. 

• It empowers you with the right to freely dream with the assurance that you'll be able to fulfill all your dreams. You can be the doctor, the artist, the writer, the musician... name the person and the title you've always wanted. 

• It nurtures your inner self to quench its thirst for good morals and core values. 

• It bestows you with the right to explore life, to discover more about things than merely knowing their surface meanings. 

To conclude, education is the sculptor that moulds the clay of your basics to a pot of your foundation to which every experience counts. 

                          Written by:

                            Shreedhi Mukesh

                            Diyaa Ramchandani

                            Amara Kandimalla

                            Ritu Karania,

                            LEO Club of Nakuru

EDUCATION AND ENTERTAINMENT COMMITTEE

MOTTO :

EMPOWERING PEOPLE WITH THE LIBERTY TO EDUCATION. 

VISION :

TO ESTABLISH A WORLD IN WHICH BOTH INTELLIGENCE AND MORALS PREVAIL. 

MISSION :

TO CREATE A PLATFORM WHERE LEARNERS FREELY EXPRESS THEIR IDEAS AND DEBATE ABOUT ISSUES OF IMPORTANCE, AND ALSO TO EVOKE A LITERARY SPIRIT AMONGST THE YOUTH. 

Beautiful , view.

Just love this picture, its in the tropics, at around noon ,when the sun is at its brightest.

Just enjoy the view.

LIFE EVERLASTING ?

LIFE EVERLASTING ?

Life everlasting? Desire ever wanting?

Paintings on a wall, shimmered  in the dark fog

Light seeping in, emulating the rising call

Pitch dorks and fine demanding my fall

Quiet the liar’s!  out spoken the  dividers;

Dispute the reminder, but never be the liar.

Driven with fire, left to burn entire

Reasons with no domineer, all at most the bitter fear.

Interrogate my interior? To deteriorate my exterior

 Discriminate through one ear, out the other

The domineer, rectifying the problematic concealed

Only to find it, lost in the rear

A pulsing heart, driven by fear

Gives off, none the less few tears

Left to consider, all at best;

Unbearable life , apart from death

Done by Kimanzi K.

BRILLIANCE AGAINST MEDIOCRITY

WHAT SEPARATES BRILLIANCE AND MEDIOCRITY.

You may ask yourself what does it even mean to be brilliant, is it when the whole world is praising your golden talent? Is it having a Wikipedia article titled with your name? Or is it to believe in yourself and being bold enough for everyone to know?

For  me , the key is to  believe in yourself  and loving yourself  for  who you are; not the person  you  desire to be , or  the fake mask  you have  applied . you don’t  have  to try  and fit  in everywhere  and feel undeserved  by attempting to validate  yourself. Most importantly, you don’t need to be perfect, no one is! You are the best version of yourself the way nature designed you.

But what if I think that others don’t see the potential in me? What if I let the whole world look at my imperfections? and  what if people  don’t like the real me, they only like  the perfect , projected hero  who is strong, never  does  anything wrong and cares  for everyone ? If you encounter such feeble thoughts, unfortunately you think wrong.

The invisible barrier of mediocrity is in your way, the same border which separates the average Joe from the dazzling geniuses. You must first be who you really are, and do what you need to do in order to have what you really want. You can decide to follow the common route and lead a safe life the way everyone else does. On the contrary , you may take the road less travelled , go through various ups and downs, and reach the top  and prove your significance , but  only if  you are persistent enough.

Mediocrity is the brittle element  holding you back from expressing yourself, mediocrity is  what is telling you to play it  safe  and  not  risk it, mediocrity is what is not  letting  you take  your next big step  for  a journey of a lifetime. Remember, your success is not a destination, but rather a journey with several, mysterious twists and turns.

On the other hand, to be brilliant is to work on weaknesses and capitalizing them into strengths, to be brilliant is to love your flaws and embrace them. To be brilliant is to believe that you can do things considered astronomical by the masses. Most importantly, to be brilliant is to let go of who you are supposed to be.

Do not forget that , to climb to the summit, you will face many struggles. When you do encounter one, just recall that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.  The only way you can do this is by embedding in yourself a winning mentality- you may not win always, and when you do fall remember to spring up immediately. Your obstacles are your guiding stone towards great brilliance.

So look towards the bright side, propel yourself towards the stars and never look back and regret things you could have done. Dash through the wall of mediocrity, which if not broken early enough can engulf you in its dark shadows

Written  by Ambar C.

DESERT

DESERT

As the temperature soared until we could feel our blood boiling. The fiery sun had attained its maximum height and dry sweltering winds swooshed from one end of the horizon to the other. Not even a wisp of cloud was   there to soften the harsh sun rays which scorched our skin.

Salty sweat rolled down our face, dripping endlessly from the nose and the chin. Our eyelashes saturated, until the weight of the sweat trickled down and sharply stung the eyes, turning them blood red. My summer shirt and trousers got overwhelmingly sticky and hot, drenching every single part of my body in discomfort. The blowing sand accumulated in my hair, making them stiff like cactus thorns. My tongue felt being covered in dry sand, and the lower lip cracking in the zero humidity atmospheres.

The rippling sand upon one another stretched as far as our vision would allow us, rolling upon one another. Nothing else was seen in the relatively flat land, not even a speck of rock or any signs of human civilization. The sky was a solid shade of light blue all over with no variations. The heart escaping the shimmering sand along with the heat from the sun sandwiched us in an open sauna.

As sweat dripped from my face onto the sand, it would evaporate in a matter of two to three seconds. On the edge of the barren land, satisfying mirages formed. So unfortunate were we that we could only dream of an oasis with lush, velvety grass, forgetting that we yet had seven more days till we could refill our water bottles.

Done by Ambar K

THE NIGHTMARE LANDSCAPE

THE NIGHTMARE LANDSCAPE

Patrick is a middle class working man who works at a factory which is located at the Far East outside Juba town. While venturing his way to the factory, he usually   sees a tall, majestic colorful house with no one inside. He has always been curios to find out what this house has in it and whose house it was.

 There was no wind, no cloud, just sub zero temperature. He drove his car down the long stretch of a road as he was doing some sight seeing of the winter leaves. The roads were just narrow with seemingly no life; finally he arrived at his destination. He parked his black car and hoped out of the car.

The house shocked him more at a close range. It   was one of the finest things he had ever seen in his entire life. The window panes glimmered from the gate and the door was made from woods from the most wanted trees in Amazon. Curiosity stroked his nerves and he was more in a hurry to see what was inside the house. As he walked majestically to the main entrance, he realized that it was too quiet. But this did not stop him from entering inside the house.

Patrick lifted the door clap and in a blink of an eye, he found himself in a room and the door behind was shut. The house had long grass with crumpled yellow birch and he saw more than twenty grave yards from a distance. Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw. He felt a cold shiver all over his body. His legs were stuck in one position and he could not move. As minutes ticked by, drops of water were pouring down on him and this made him more frightened.

He stood and peered at the top wondering if a twisted head person would crawl down and have him for dinner. Patrick summoned strength and tiptoed away from that room trying to find an exit door. But the room was just going round and round and at the end he found himself at the same position he was last in.

Finally he found a door but it was not giving way easily. He struggled to open this door. A howl echoed throughout the house. The door clap opened and he ran outside the house, into his car and drove away. It was the most frightening experience he has ever been in. He promised himself not to venture into any strange houses in future.

DESERT

DESERT

As the temperature soared until we could feel our blood boiling. The fiery sun had attained its maximum height and dry sweltering winds swooshed from one end of the horizon to the other. Not even a wisp of cloud was   there to soften the harsh sun rays which scorched our skin.

Salty sweat rolled down our face, dripping endlessly from the nose and the chin. Our eyelashes saturated, until the weight of the sweat trickled down and sharply stung the eyes, turning them blood red. My summer shirt and trousers got overwhelmingly sticky and hot, drenching every single part of my body in discomfort. The blowing sand accumulated in my hair, making them stiff like cactus thorns. My tongue felt being covered in dry sand, and the lower lip cracking in the zero humidity atmospheres.

The rippling sand upon one another stretched as far as our vision would allow us, rolling upon one another. Nothing else was seen in the relatively flat land, not even a speck of rock or any signs of human civilization. The sky was a solid shade of light blue all over with no variations. The heart escaping the shimmering sand along with the heat from the sun sandwiched us in an open sauna.

As sweat dripped from my face onto the sand, it would evaporate in a matter of two to three seconds. On the edge of the barren land, satisfying mirages formed. So unfortunate were we that we could only dream of an oasis with lush, velvety grass, forgetting that we yet had seven more days till we could refill our water bottles.

Done by Ambar K

DILAPIDATED HOUSE

DILAPIDATED HOUSE

Standing vulnerability in the aftermath of the gruesome civil war , is the  rubble which  I once called home. The dust from the devastation sharply poked my lungs, at the same time triggering nostalgia.

The ceiling had all disappeared, the metal framework protruding   out of the grey cement which was once a wall. The designed tiles cracked like an asymmetric cobweb, and tangled electrical wires drooping from the walls easily able to cause a short circuit. Who would even say that this property once belonged in the most luxurious part of the city?

Bullet holes carried deep onto the wall , it  being unimaginably circular in shape. The edges of the walls were hit so severely that they had rounded up, exposing what lies below the cream – colored plaster. Broken chairs, tables and beds infiltrated the already congested floor. Lichens and mosses had found a warm, conducive shelter on the bottom indented corners, whose dirty green shades deterred anyone from going close to it.

 As I walked through the unforgotten corridor , the  sole of my foot crunched  numerous  tiny fragments of glass which  flew  out of the  cracked window  panes , overlooking several similar properties. Tree branches grew into the house through these windows, blocking the pathway in the middle.

Surprisingly , some framed pictures yet hung firmly on the crumbled walls of the dark alley , the only one yet protected by the  half – hanging ceiling. Traversing through the broken bricks and walls, the pictures were something that finally brought little relief to this heart, damaged just like the deserted structure.

Done by Ambar C

HAUNTED HOUSE

HAUNTED HOUSE

The dense cloud cover slowly dissipated to unravel what would only be seen once in a while, a blood moon. The freezing temperatures saw nearly ponds crystallizing and forming a sturdy thick sheet of slippery ice. The absence of leaves on the deciduous   trees in the Bavarian forest allowed bone – chilling gusts to rush through, further intensifying the feeling of the brutal winter.

The scintillating moonlight was so intense that even single strands of hair casted pricking shadows. In the midst of the lifeless forest stood a mysterious patch of clear land. At the heart of it, a two storied devastated mansion stood- the pickets standing as a barrier were infested by brown patches, clearly visible in the cloudless light.

As one would progress from the boundary of the structure to the front door, hordes of maggots would rise from the rubbles. As   one would push open the door the warmth of the building would prove to be the first trap to attract potential victims. The grand chandeliers hanging from the top, almost topping over, yet held an external flame that dimly lit the immediate vicinity. Cobwebs littered around the vertices and   corners of the ceiling trapped dozens of moths. Some dead, the others yet trembling to escape.

The howls of wolves echoed all over the spacious, dusty corridors. A step into the wrong room would end up being one’s last. The creeks of flying insects which littered the majority of the open spaces could even break sweat of the bravest adventures. Although no visible clues were evident due to poor lighting, the building seemed to be mainly empty, as even a small footstep would echo all around the puzzling maze.

Done by Amber C.