Wednesday, January 30, 2013
What Happened There?
Your assignment is to write a descriptive piece of 250 words. You should be giving your reader as many sensory details as possible, without telling them exactly where he or she is. The goal of the assignment is for the reader to guess your location. It can be a place where some major event in history has happened, a crime scene, or really anything you'd like. it is due at the end of the period.
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I remember this place like if I lived there my whole life. Amazing thinks happened in this place and my team yet hasn’t won a championship in this place but they will one day with the team and talent that we have we could definitely win a championship and beat good teams. This place has history as well one of the most amazing singers and rappers have performed there and it is in one of the most exciting places to live as well nice beaches and nice pretty women live in this place as well. I have been there once when I was a little kid that is what my mother has told me and she said I was crying the whole time we were there because I wasn’t used to the climate and the food I don’t know how the happens because now I get used to things pretty quickly. My mother still has a ratchet ass shirt from this place as well it’s crazy well obviously the place is beautiful and my mom told me that every girl used to look and say I was cute but now this place is going in the ruins especially with them taxes can’t even live there anymore but it’s alright the state is still gorgeous. I will never forget that day I went to that place though banging looking girls wish I could go there now and well see what happens if I go and see my team play I would love for that to happen.
ReplyDeleteIts dark, no one can here you calling, no one can hear you falling. You could scream and cry but no one will hear you but he will. It’s a room with no windows nor doors. You can’t escape unless you ask for god’s help. You sell your soul to one man and he would make all your dreams come true but when you die you have to end up in a dark room with no one but yourself. The room is all the way underground; no one can go down there or can come up. You can’t take anything back because you have sold it. The room is for one man and that man would never get out of it even if you screamed for help. The room will never see light in all of the days the man will sit there. The man who sold his soul will never get out nor does anything fun because he sold his soul to the darkness. Darkness is everything that you’re going to see, another color you’re going to see is red. The darkness will take over you and you will go crazy. You wouldn’t know how to reach people from the outside world, your whole afterlife you will be in one dark room and do everything the man tells you that you sold your soul to. Darkness will be in your mind every second you open your eyes and close them. Darkness will take over everyone that is under the ground.
ReplyDeleteI’m in a place where knowledge is share; in this room we see open doors to a new future. We sit and give our thoughts and let us get filled with new things we never knew off. As time pass by we spend our time with a second family one that is filled by many members and has been with us since little. This family we treat as friends, fight with them or even take pictures with them , this place has memories and its what this place if filled with. In this place we go out and play and we get fed with healthy food, in this place we are introduce to many things not to do many which we don’t listen to and do it in a later future. In this place we understand right from wrong and how to treat others even though it can take a long time, you will notice how much you’re going to miss this place and the familiar faces you would see all the time. This place is where you learn what you like and dislikes, like example what you favorite sport could be and what you want to achieve with it or how far you will take it. You will also learn that not everyone stays with you that the ones you call friends won’t be there the next year or the next day that these are lessons you are taught here , the lessons that you learn that will make you who you’re going to be and make you think what you want to be after it’s all gone.
ReplyDeleteThe mud was thick and wet. It crusted over my pants, jacket, and pretty much my entire body. I had dirt caked under my finger nails, in my hair, and staining my skin. Normally, I had pale Irish skin like my father, freckles on my face and a few on my arms. After days without shelter, my skin was now a light brown. It was a dark brown, but it started fading because of the rain that had just begun to fall. It smelled of death, although the smell of rain fought to overpower it. The scent was strong and filled my nose, it tingled and I could not stand the odor. As if the smell was not enough the sounds rang through my ears. The cracks of thunder, the shots of bullets, and the screams of the falling people filled my ears. It was a kind of music that filled my body with terror. With every scream chills ran through my spine, with every crack of thunder the hairs on the back of my neck stood, and with every bullet my body twitched in fear that one would soon be aimed at me. The smoke was collapsing around my body and invaded my lungs. I could not see anything within ten feet in front of me. I closed my eyes, the smoke disappeared, but the smells and sounds remained. No matter what I tried to think of, nothing could erase the images that were flashing in my mind. The images of my brothers falling, blood curdling screams escaping their mouths, and their lifeless bodies falling in a mix of blood and mud.
ReplyDeleteIt’s somewhat empty but, there is a lot of open field. It’s always hot as if it were summer. There is made out of dirt and it has rocks sticking out. There are cows and a horse walking around everywhere, the land is mostly empty. It has trees and shrubs, and a long lake. The houses are built out of bricks, the windows look like jail cell bars. There is a big hill having to walk up to. There isn’t much on the land but one building with doors, tree logs in front. Inside the house there is a rope hanging down from a piece of wood. There is a hemic in the middle of the house. A wooden table that has a lot of water and some food on it. On the back of the house there is a small fence going around so that the cows won’t run away. Than if you stand on top of the hill you can see that there were houses there but all got torn down. There are still a couple of bricks standing and you can tell which part of the house it was. There were big rocks that you can sit on. There was left over from cows. The air smelt fresh but gross at the same time. There is a lot of room for the cows and horses to walk around and there is food set for them to eat. The cows and horses got along so a fence wasn’t needed to separate them. The place was a good place to just be when you wanted to be alone and just think about things.
ReplyDelete. One of the larger men that stood in the circle laughed and clapped his hands together.
ReplyDelete“Well, Misery, you certainly brought us a show, at least. I was hoping you’d have your protégé trained a bit by now.”
Miz glared at Luc, but he saw something in his eyes behind the anger. It looked like…remorse.
“Sorry, Ten, he must’ve just panicked from waking up here.”
Ten strode casually next to Miz and laughed a bit more.
“Misery…forgive me if I’m wrong, but didn’t Luc here have brown hair when I last saw him?”
Miz stuttered for a second, scratching his head.
“Uh…I was wondering if you could tell me what that was about…”
Luc grabbed a few strands of his hair and looked to the side, catching a glimpse of some of it. At first he thought he was still dazed from his shock of waking up, but what he saw refused to go away, so he was presented with one question.
Why the hell was his hair white?
“ANYWAY,” Ten’s voice rang through the hall, or room, or wherever they were.
“Misery, are you positive you want to have Luc as your protégé? You know the rules, if you hand pick one early then the other will be assigned to you.”
“I’m sure, Ten, this one’s mine. I’ll take whoever you give me.”
Ten chuckled and began to walk away. “Very well. You’ve all seen it!” Ten stated, gesturing towards the circle of masked men and women, “Misery has taken on his first protégé! The rest of you without one can go to the arena and pick yours!”
Many of us say we hate it because there is nothing to do here but never thought that this place is way better than others. We know everyone’s business no matter what since it’s so small. Everyone knows everyone. We’re not just friends but many others say we’re family for the fact that when something happens with another school we act like a huge family even if we have problems with a girl that thinks she’s all that or the boy that stole your cookies, who knows your deal, but still we have the best pride ever. Yeah, this place smells bad sometimes like sweat in some places and a bathroom in other places around. We made good friends as bad ones that aren’t around anymore. This place has so many memories, remember the bomb scare? The heater sucks, as well as the air conditioner except in one room! There’s barely any drama but when there is it’s best to watch so we can speak about out the next day xD. This place is better like any other and we convert them to love this place more than their last. You make friends easily but not with some adults since they think they’re smart butts. This place isn’t known far because when we tell them they look at us with a blank expression not knowing what we’re talking about at all. Other places are bigger but the people in it don’t know each other like we do.
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ReplyDeleteThe air is cold in the late fall month of November. Freshly laid dew lines the grass blades. The clomping of a large animal’s feet can be heard in the distance. Pine trees stand tall with their needles pointing out, touching the ground, untrimmed by human hands. Small birds fly around singing soft melodies within their flight. The small cry of a fawn can be heard every so often as it calls out for its mother. A buck can also be heard snorting and scraping its antlers against a tree. Every so often a gunshot is heard from another hill miles away. A proud animal falls and becomes a meal for a human. A gunshot is heard closer followed by belting from the animal then, a deer falls. Bright red blood covers the leaves and the grass in the November morning. A bright shining blade is seen near the deer as more blood spills out coating the ground. Steam floats from the spilled entrails of the animal that lay in the pool of crimson red blood. The scent of the contents of the animal are strong and are nauseating to some, it mixes in with the smell of the pierced stomach. The area now coated with a beautiful crimson of the blood, the white of ash trees, the brown bark of pine, the multicolored leaves, and the green of the grass. Two orange figures leave the site with the sound of a motor and the smell of the exhaust from an ATV.
ReplyDeleteHe couldn’t stand still. He took in a deep breath of the cool, dank air and shook his head. He could feel his lungs filling with air, feel his heart pumping, feel his blood coursing through his veins. His hair was darkened by sweat which ran down his face. It dripped down his nose, off of his chin. It collected in his eyelashes, blurring his vision. He wiped it away. He could feel the blood flowing out of his nose, mixing with his sweat. It was throbbing, where it had been newly bent at the bridge. The scarlet fluid had stained his body. He could taste it on his lips, hot and coppery.
ReplyDeleteThe room was cavernous, he looked to the ceiling. There was nothing but metal support beams, grey and industrial. All around him he could hear the cheers of the crowd. They were there, they were loud, they echoed around his ears, magnified by a thousand. Yet, somehow, they seemed muffled. Nothing felt real. Nothing was real. He was surrounded by people. Hundreds and hundreds of people. The room was full to the brim, ready to overflow with people. Every single one of them was watching him. He could feel their eyes on him and his lips curled into a smile. He jumped, up and down, up and down. The room had been so dark but suddenly it exploded with light. Flashes erupted all around him like tiny suns. Across from him, his opponent slowly stood up. He was a predator, he could smell his prey. He could smell the fear, the defeat, wafting towards him. He licked his lips, but now he could only taste victory.
I couldn’t help myself when I was sitting down on the bench feeding hotdogs to the seagulls. The wind was blowing salty air towards me; and I could smell and taste the delicious air. The breeze felt hot in the warm summer weather, but I didn’t care. The sun was beating down hot rays of sunshine while I sat on the bench. Behind me footsteps and laughter was heard. The arcade games were loud, the rides were filled with young children having the times of their lives; memories that will never be forgotten. I managed to finally give the seagulls my wiener and went on my way towards the sand. The wood beneath my bare feet was warm as I walked to the trash can. Not only did the air smell salty, but the aroma of the food was intoxicating. My mouth watered every time I smelled the grills firing up their food, or even the sweet cotton candy and ice cream. I walked to the sand with a burning passion: to get into the water and cool off the bottom of my feet. The sand was burning more and more with every step I took. I sank into each step feeling seashell shards and hotter sand. I found my mom and her crazy bright blue and yellow umbrella pitched in a perfect spot in the sand. I made my way to her with burned feet and a knack to go swimming. I put my valuables in her bag, took my shirt off and headed to the water in my new bathing suit. The water was cool on my toes when it came onto the sand. I got used to it fast then inched little by little into the water until my whole body was submerged into the salty sea. Each wave came pushing me closer to the sand, but I didn’t want to. I then just let the ocean take me away on a magical adventure called “riding the waves.” I floated in the ocean with not a care in the world. The ocean was in charge of the waves, and I was in charge of relaxing and taking in the beautiful weather.
ReplyDeleteIt was where everyone was cheerful. Children, teens, adults, and old people were all joyful when they walked down this street. It was the street of children’s dreams, and the street that children sing about. It is a single street, lined with fake buildings full of real shops. It leads up to the house of a very famous girl. The laughter of children fills and the faint sound of music roams around you. There are smells flowing out of shops. You pass by one doorway, and smell cotton candy, another radiates of popcorn. The sweet smells tickle your nose as you approach your final destination. The hot sun beats down on the crowded street. At the end of the street, the road branches out like a tree, each road leading to a different land. Lands that can make your imagination run wild. All of a sudden you are being pushed, as if you were in a stampede. You hear a cartoonish voice come over the loud speaker, but it is difficult to pinpoint the location. That just adds to the magic of this place. Everything is covered up, as if this man’s voice is just part of the landscape. Dancers and characters come parading down the street. The music is addicting and makes you want to dance. You are standing now by the center piece of the park. Its tall, majestic structure is the ending point for the parade. The dancers step up onto a platform at the base of the white and blue castle and continue on with their routine.
ReplyDeleteI’m in a place where I am walking down the street about ten feet in the air, but I am not flying. There is noise all around me and there is an urgency about everyone that is walking by me but it is a good type of urgency, almost a feeling of excitement all around. I can hear the screams of people on a roller coaster, but at the same time I can sense the deep fryer buzzing in the back of an Italian restaurant. I can walk twenty feet in one direction and get a rich coffee from Dunkin Donuts or walk twenty feet in the other direction and get walk out onto a peaceful white surface spanning the length of the entire coast. I smell the cooking of cheese steaks and can see hear the sounds of a bell ringing all throughout the air. I hear the cheering of someone who just won a seemingly impossible game, after about twenty tries and about fifty dollars. This place may look like a dump to some people, it may look like a shocking place to spend time but to the people who actually enjoy it, they know why it is a special place. The rough exterior does not make outsiders understand the joy of this place because it is more of an acquired taste. I walk past midway and I smell those cheesesteaks once again. Around you hear the hundreds of different conversations, all of them being about something ridiculous and unheard of. But in the end, New Jerseyians love this place.
ReplyDeleteGreen is everywhere. Around the cottage. In the open fields. Even the cloudy blue sky sometimes looks emerald. It is all the color of nature, except for the few spots where the sheep graze. Many sheep for many soft wool sweaters. And they are chased around by average-sized, barking collies. The air smells clean with the aroma of earthly stew lingering. A multitude of children joyfully run and play. Neighbors greet each other with smiles and kind gestures. This heavenly and abundant island, whose fields are rich and fertile. This magnificent abode that swings its doors open to any traveler. This grand place of playful fights and hearty drinkers. The feel is soft and warm. But the air can be brutal and strong. The accents are thick and welcoming. There is none quite like this place of good eats and entertainment. The music is lively and rings in your ears. Dancing is common, especially on the strings themselves. The work here is not easy but very rewarding. The stew and bread smell divine and their taste is even better if the fields are tended to properly. The plaid flat caps of tweed are seen everywhere, more populous than the sheep. Everyone walks where they want to go. They see rolling hills, prancing red deer, and salmon swimming through the clear streams. Everything is lively and joyful. For this is a place of happiness and family.
ReplyDeleteThe sun blazing down is burning my skin. The floor is coated in a shade of greenish blue and white paint with a rough sandy texture. The shade of the tree covered the two corners near the lake. A black, old fence surrounds the rectangular place. Spider webs and insects line the fences. The chipped paint on the fence feels like sharp paper edges and the copper shown created visible orange spots on your hand, with an iron smell. It is empty most of the time, but it is crowded in the spring. The light sea blue shade with spots of white layered the sky above. The breeze blows through the empty midair, picking up my hair and throwing it in my face, and carries with it the fresh smell of the grass, and the first blossom of the spring. Looking through the gaps of the leaves behind the fence to the left, you could see the little kids gliding down the slide with their laughter echoing clearly in the air. In front of the enclosure, the silver benches sat across the road with visible dirt on them. The hundred year old tree next to the benches expands their branches to shade the people sitting on the benches. Rustle rustle went the squirrels hiding in the leaves, failing to go by unnoticed. They collect their nuts and scuttle rapidly to the bushes leaving behind visible footsteps on the soft ground. In the peaceful afternoon, the people come to play and leave again to leave the place in a peaceful state of silence.
ReplyDeleteIt was a bright summer morning. There were no clouds at all in the sky. The temperature was in the 60’s and it was such a beautiful day, Even though the fall jackets were going to be coming out pretty soon. The streets were loaded with cars, most people going to work in the morning. I was getting some nice hot coffee outside of my favorite bodega before work. I was about to head uptown for work. But then there was this glaring sound that lasted for a few seconds. People looked around to see what made that noise. It sounded really close and then all of sudden the sound ended. There was then an even bigger explosion that I didn’t know where it was coming from. The sound reminded me of fear and terror. I had never heard such a sound like that in my life. There was some smoke in the sky which looked darker than the white clouds which I am used to seeing. Suddenly white shreds of paper came out of nowhere and landed in front of my feet, and there was a lot of it. It looked as if it was snowing, but only with paper. Random screams filled the streets and people were speed walking all over the place. Some people were crying, and a lot of people were running. I asked some guy what just happened, he said that he doesn’t know, but it looks bad. I turned the corner and all I could see was a street filled with people walking towards where I was going. It was quiet a site to see.
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DeleteAs I enter through the large archway, I am immediately bombarded with sounds. Consistent soft beeping amidst the incessant chattering of nearby people creates an atmosphere of energy and tension. As I glance behind me I see numerous people bursting through the swinging doors, barking orders at a cluster of people to the side that immediately run towards the others. An aura of panic and adrenaline seems to pulse throughout the space as I stand quietly in the corner, absorbing all of it. Once motionless, I take the time to analyze the scent of the atmosphere. A disinfectant aroma with the slight hint of fresh lemons burns my nose. The space is cold, so I rub my arms to ward off the encroaching goosebumps. As I continue to survey my surroundings, I notice the bright white and sterile floors as well as the lack of color in the room. Despite the bare and arid environment, I find my attention being drawn in many different directions. It seems as if the room is buzzing with vitality regardless of the very early hour of the morning. Collections of families are seen throughout, some crying near a bedside while others are standing and pacing as if they are waiting for something. I sense the moods of the setting, and they range drastically from hope and happiness to pessimism and despair. The open space is separated by numerous light blue curtains that synthetically create isolated spaces for each individual family unit. Others lounge in the provided leather chairs off to the side, tapping their feet with anxiety. My surroundings overwhelm me and I develop an intense desire to leave to search for stillness and calmness.
ReplyDeleteI wake up not knowing where I’m at once again. I smell the fresh sea and it make me feel at home until I open my eyes and see nothing but sky. I am up high; I’m lying on my back and can tell by how clear the sky is. I am paralyzed in fright. I slowly start sitting up; I am stuck in the strange small box shaped carrier maybe fifty feet in the air. I try to remember how I had gotten here last night but all I could remember was fireworks.
ReplyDeleteThe sun has just finished rising and I still have no clue where I am at. I built up enough courage to finally look over the edge of this box that I am stuck in. It has a seat so I slowly crawl up and sit in the built in seat and strap myself in with its seat belt.
I finally look over the edge and all I see is a bunch of carnival rides. I see no one around and start to panic again; I crawl back down to the floor of this small stupid box. In the corner I see this small purse that I somewhat recognize. I’m just hoping that a cell phone is in there so I could get out of this box. Thinking about moving to get the purse and doing it is two different things I’m so scared I slowly started crawling towards the purse and I look inside finally to see my wallet and phone. I look at the pictures and finally figure out where I’m at. I’m at the boardwalk.
I can be whatever I want in this place. I can be angry, sad, happy, excited, and depressed. It’s a hike to get here but if you watch your step then you’ll be fine. The smell always varies, one day it smells like flowers, another day it smells like rain. I sing freely and can stay here for an eternity. Tears have been shed here and many fights were broken. It’s the only place where I can be my true self; it’s where your thoughts consume every part of your body. I am sent here when I’m ordered to, and I willingly go here every evening. I have spent a whole day here just thinking to myself and watching movies, mostly for personal days. I can listen to my music as loud as I want and sing as loud as I want. If I could I would put a bathroom and a fridge in here so I won’t ever have to leave. Another thing that I love about this place is that I have an exit to another place where I can almost touch the clouds, now that place is where I spend my summer evenings just thinking about the stars and the moon. I can feel the heat radiate off of the surface below when I’m in this other place. Sometimes I even sleep in this other place, but then I go back to my first place and lay my head down. It’s going to be hard to leave this place in the upcoming months.
ReplyDeleteA room where a new life begins
ReplyDeleteA little cry
The stench of a diaper
A room fit for a king
A new crib
And letters spelling the new name
A new addition into this new world
A new giggle
A new date
A new exploration
No sins in the life
The only thing that you could enjoy was the presence
Colors like blue, pink, green, and yellow
All complementing the new atmosphere
The new smell of furniture
New books
No television
A room of just peace and quiet
Where there is a chair for an older person to sit
To take a book and read aloud
Where the new one gets to sleep in the crib
A Mickey Mouse design waiting
Or a Minnie Mouse design waiting
A new blanket in the crib
The blanket that they will never want to give up
A new teddy bear they will cherish waiting for them
Toys in the corner of the room waiting for them when they get a little older
New clothes that slowly change while they grow
A new teething toy waiting for them when they are just the age
A music box
For when they fall asleep
It’s all just a smoothing sound
No loud noises
Just peace and quiet
A changing place when they have to go to the bathroom
A diaper, wipes, and powder
All for that new miracle
Then they learn that there is no turning back this room is going just for them
There is no changing it
Where the cuteness will always stay as a memory in the room
In the older persons life it will stay forever
For another person only the first three years
Until they learn how to be mean
They will learn how to crawl, walk, and talk in this room
Where everything is nothing but quiet and peaceful
It’s a new learning experience
Wait, Do I hear a cry?
Yes, I do
Is the room ready?
Yes, it is
Here this is your new room
Enjoy this new life of yours
People rushing around
ReplyDeleteConversations filling the air
An energetic setting to those most ignorant
But in reality this is nothing close
A new sound fills the area and now the setting has changed
No longer is there just a confused running from those in the area
Now everyone has a determined destination and will do whatever it takes to get there
The once multi colored place that we’ve grown to love is now just two
Though two colors one seems to seep the most into the area
Out in the middle of the crowd two people stand
They both watch as everyone goes into a mass hysteria and they somehow are intrigued
One ponders what they just have done while holding a switch in their hand
The other prepares for their next move
With an eye steady the fiend raises his hand once again
Smoke rises up to the ceiling and clouds the room
The once crimson scene that everyone was noticing is now a mix
The black specs that were seen as people running is now just darkness
The observer has been crushed and the fiend runs away
He turns once more and sees someone reach out to stop his escape
In a quick movement a blast is run through the air to send a ripple through the crowd again
The one known as a heroin has fallen and now is at their knees watching the world crumble before their eyes
Hours later the once beautiful establishment is abandoned
Flashing lights surround the place and the only color that is seen is just the one of the sky above
Fallen heroes and by standers are remembered here
And a cold breeze mixes with the water that stopped this scene
A yellow wraps around the space of that once heroin who made an attempt to rearrange this day
Uh, a bombing?
DeleteThe sounds of machines hum throughout the building. Every room is dismal and devistating, even though some attempt to appear joyful. Troubled people cry out for something that isn’t there, and will never be there. People walk the hallways quietly and solemnly so as not to cause any disturbance. There is yearning to get out of this prison as soon as possible, and devistation for those who will never leave. There are moans from those in pain, and silent cries from visitors. Babies scream, and mothers murmer in comfort. The smells of chemicals fill the air, people vomit and gag. Last words are being uttered, and visitors become mourners. Devistating messages are being given and shock hits those who hear. Lives are being changed, and nothin will ever be the same. People who leave go in body or in spirit, and those who leave in spirit are gone for the better.
ReplyDeleteI stand there as the wind blows into my face. The cool and refreshing air fills my lounges as my feet get surrounded by water. I look over the expanse of water into nothingness. The never ending blue is gorgeous and inviting. I want to just go there. I want to find out what is on the other end of the water. My feet begin to sink into the earth, trapping me in place. I can’t move, almost like the earth wants me to stay. It doesn’t want me to leave; it cares too much for me. The scent of salt fills my nostrils as the water goes higher up my legs. It has now reached my knees and I still can’t move. I touch my hand to the surface of the water. It seems to just float there. I look down to see my reflection in the blue liquid. It is wavy but I can see myself. My body seems to be moving with the ripples. I just want to fall in. I want to cool water to encompass my body. I want to float there in the water and drift away from the land. I want to drift away from life, from everyone. The water looks so inviting. It wants me to leave. The earth is resisting but I can slowly pull my feet up. I break one leg free and then the other. I can now leave with nothing restraining me. I can go into the blue and forget about everything.
ReplyDeleteAs you enter the area, various liquor stores and clubs welcome you. The streets are covered with guidos and guidettes like an army of ignorance. Mixed into the group are various ethnicities other than Italian who try to be like them, for some reason, but aren’t. A hint of axe body spray and tanning oil is detected with each breath. These are the summer months here, when the sun’s singing rays signal the settling of this group of people. Fumes of car exhaust fill the air as well and can be smelt while walking through the crazed streets. Closer to the Atlantic Ocean is a little better. The breeze of the great body of water is welcoming and so is the cool refreshment it gives you. The boardwalk is one of steep prices and more douche-bagery. While walking barefoot, the wood burns the soles of your feet until you step on pigeon poop or ice cream. The crowd of loud and obnoxious people is never ending and continues to be so, on the beach. A sea of tan bodies covers the normally soft sand. In the distance, you could see the infamous Ferris wheel, if it were still there. People of all types and ages come here to engage in the questionable festivities that are the culture here. For what reason, I do not know.
ReplyDeleteThe air was thin and hard to breathe, the lungs would sting with each breathe taken in. The green hills seemed to roll on forever. The green was a pure green that seemed almost untouched for several years. One road was the only mad made object in sight. The road itself twisted and turned with the path the natural land had left. It rose and fell to the different hills that covered the land. The cool fall morning was covered in fog and there was no sun. The clouds were so low that they even covered the tops of the hills. The grass was wet with the rain that had fallen the night before. Like every morning the ground was soaked and slippery. With every step you could hear the sound of the mud and grass squishing under your foot. The road was riddled with puddles and the cars were driving slowly like normal to avoid sliding on their way. The air and a smell like freshly cut grass on an early morning. The cold air mixed with the smell of the wild grass made a smell that you can only smell at places like this.
ReplyDeleteI was leaned up against the cold, grey cement wall. My legs huddled up to my chest. There was dampness to the air. Everything about this place seemed cold. Everything in this place was cold. The floor, the walls, the food, the people, all of it; cold.
ReplyDeleteI stayed huddled in the corner, for fear that if I moved someone would see me through the bars. The bars kept nothing out, they simply kept me in. I didn’t mind them keeping me in. I knew this was where I belonged. It was what the bars let in that made me so uncomfortable. The sounds of mice scratching and running all over the place. The moans coming from other ends of the building. The occasional scream or wail. The loud footsteps walking past. The shadows creeping in as each man walked past.
Being here wasn’t the problem, it was the other people here that were the problem. I just wanted to be left alone. I just wanted to do my time alone. I just wanted to sit here. I looked up from my corner out the window. There were bars on the window too, but I didn’t mind what these bars let in. They let in a cool breeze, and the chirping of birds in the early morning. From my corner I looked out at the sky. I stared out at the moon and tuned out the noises. I pretended everything was silent except for the hum of the crickets. And I pretended the instead of bars there was a fourth wall to my cell, and for the first time since I’d been here, I smiled.
I can smell the fresh scent of the clean cut grass and newly sprayed lines ahead of me. As I take a step forward, my foot sinks into the moist, squishy mud as I hear a syncopated tap from behind me. The dew from the grass brushes up and lands on the bottom of my heavy, pleated pants. I look up to see the large, silver bleachers ahead of me, rustling with movement as the seemingly small bodies of fans find their ways to their seat. The sun shines bright from behind the tall metal seating and blinds my vision temporarily. As I move forward, I look down to shade my eyes from the blinding sun with the small brim of my hat. The sound of feel shuffling in time surrounds me, and it dissipates slowly as the group parts. I, along with the rest, move myself apart from the rest and find my designated spot. Here, I stand and wait for the call which will instruct my performance to begin. The brisk autumn air brushes past me and twiddles with my few stray hairs from beneath my hat. A chill runs down my spine as I think through what will go on in the next few minutes. I will move around with great form and precision. My feet paced with the pulse of my heart and in just a flash, it will all be over. I’m here to win my mental battle and perform like a champion.
ReplyDeleteI feel eyes stare at me as I walk to my destination. My heart is pounding faster than the beat of last year’s hits pounding from the radio. A woman with a friendly smile tells me to sit down and relax, but my hands are still shaking. I can hear the menacing sounds of a drill in the distance, and I can imagine the other torture devices they have here. I can also smell the cheap scent of bubblegum and mint, which almost makes me nauseous. The smooth leather I lay on almost comforts me, until I hear footsteps coming from down the hall.
ReplyDeleteIs that her?
The footsteps grow louder and louder, before becoming softer and softer, until I can no longer hear them.
It’s not.
Phew.
I hear a man’s voice from the station next to me. I can’t understand what he’s saying, but a child is crying.
Suddenly, I feel my body lowering, closer and closer to the ground, and I grip the leather. I hear a woman’s voice, and this time, she’s talking to me. In fact, she’s right next to me. She begins saying something, but the thumping of my heartbeat overshadows her words. Will I ever make it out alive?
I’m now staring at the ceiling, and a blinding light emerges in my light of vision. Then, I see the woman again, this time, wearing a light blue mask covering her mouth and nose. I feel the snapping of the latex gloves she puts on her hands, and I close my eyes, about to face my doom.