Creative Writing: Behind The Lake

Accompanying the vibrant flowers, rich, emerald hills lay below the sky; as sunlight ignited the horizon, the dew-sheltered grass glistened beneath fluffy cotton candy clouds that were pressed against the gorgeous, sapphire sky. Circled above, birds hummed melodic tunes, each note resonating in the air; the wind responded with its sweet, delicate breeze. An overpowering, yet sugary fragrant travelled through the crisp air, attacking the noses of the several people that passed by. Gazing into the distance, passersby were incapable of consuming the exquisiteness of the landscape.

Glimmering in the intense sunlight, a lake lay nearby, its’ reflection contained the marble clouds against the azure satin sky. Hollowness and tranquility of the valley

There was no longer any trace of the rich and luxurious atmosphere, it had dissolved into the the now lifeless ground. The weather seemed to match the mood, she was anxious and fearful. Her clouds were clumps of charcoal, hostile and lonely; the floor was drenched with her tears, and her screams roared and thundered across the menacing

She stood forlornly; her hope was depleted, dead as the sunset. The formerly crystal-clear windows were now shattered into pieces, while the remaining ones were caked in grime. Sections of the house had collapsed, and the stale air, thick with dust, seeped through the cracks. A layer of dust covered every inch of the deserted building; cobwebs enclosed every corner and billowed in the draft. Thick curtains stubbornly remained in its’ habitat, though the sun no longer shone through the windows, the only thing it let in were the sinister chills of the night. Minuscule mice scuttled across the floor, it’s squeaking cutting a knife through the muteness.

The previously lavish garden was now covered with rows of tombstones that stood motionless. It surrounded the whole area, like a sea of the dead, leaving an unbearable stench of burning flesh that invaded the air. Human-sized tarantulas scuttled across the crumbled tombs and dragged corpses enclosed in webs. Snakes slithered around, with ravenous expressions smeared across their faces. Sunlight hadn’t fed the withered flowers and hollow trees in over decades, yet they nevertheless yearned for the golden rays to return; their once intense and syrupy fragrance was now a putrefying odor of