Crimson blue faded and melded into creeping black as fiery sunlight was swallowed on the brink of extinction. Dark pulsated around the dying embers, quashing them out of existence. Flickering pinpricks of dying street lights sighed and spluttered against the gargantuan gush of gloomy grey. Angst rode calmly on the wind, wailed about the abandoned roads and spread tentacles to emblazon winter solstice night. The bare buildings buckled under the torment of the turbulent and arctic wind. Fetid blue light emanated from the narrow fissure of the putrefying entrance to the single occupied address. Pallid red burst through cracks in the encrusted w
The whispering wind agitated the dull red dunes, ruffled through sand-stained trees and spurred on docile dust-devils across vast, empty plains. Dark shadows shrivelled under burning heat, dead and dying bush speckled decrepit landscape. The distant, ruler-straight horizon shimmered with humid, suffocating heat. Hanging off the half-digested, rotten pole, barely supporting its own weight; the scored sign hung, illegible scribbles scratched across the surface.
A single silhouette stood out as the lone wanderer swayed and stared. His chin on his chest, bare shoulders cracked and cratered in the harsh, direct sunlight. Dust mites waffled round
Seas of white and green stretched outwards from the decaying hut. Crystal blue skies and startling sunlight lit the snowy pines, and glistened of the glittering glaciers. Silence flexed, and a pair of eagles called while pirouetting through open sky. Deer meandered across the frozen expanse of the lake. Two gloriously white rabbits floundered in the undergrowth. A couple of pale white foxes rummaged in the faint, freshly fallen snow. Calm exterior, yet just beneath the surface emerged a hive of incessant activity.
Cloudy grey mingled and danced with clear blue, as smoke slowly spouted from the huts chimney. On the front steps, wind whi
Admittedly, I was a rotten child. I liked to spend my time throwing rocks at stray dogs. No one ever bothered to stop me until the old voice in the alley.
Why are you throwing rocks at puppies? It was an old man voice, deep and gravelly, so I didnt stop.
Because I want to, old man, I retorted and tried to sound mean. There was no warning before I heard a yelp and felt dirt under my shoulders. I tumbled over and realized the yelp had come from me. I lay on the ground and listened to my heart beat. That old man had pushed me down, and now he would pay. You asked for it! I yelled and grabbed the first
Current Residence: South Africa Favourite genre of music: Rock or metal Favourite style of art: Macro photography..wish i could do it properly! Operating System: XP Skin of choice: no skin....BRAAAIINS!!!! Favourite cartoon character: MaNDY Personal Quote: "Some mornings its just not worth chewing through the leather straps..."