Creative Writing: The Beach

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The towering, forsaken structures engulfed the winding highways in their umbra. The streets, once cluttered with commuters walking to and fro from work now suffocated by a plague of vehicles. The sound of leaves and the debris from the crumbling skyscrapers could be heard for miles through the slashing wind, bringing nothing but pain and torture to those in its path. Without the sounds of humans the city felt even lonelier and without warmth. A monstrous clock tower stood at the end of one canyon-like street, the giant black hands forever stuck at noon.

He made his way across the treacherous ground as the final light of day began to fade. Stumbling again and again, he began to slow almost to a halt. The wind bashing against his body had …show more content…

Most were engraved with stunning silver patterns around the edges. He appreciated each one and carefully examined them, but one picture stood out from the rest. It sparked a sudden whiplash of memories of excitement and love. The sounds of the children's merry laughter echoed across the beach, sending colourful vibes, as they hurry towards the spellbound sea. A man shouted and he felt overjoyed and complete at the sight of the familiar face. The man wore a plain hoodie of sky blue and dark jeans that matched his old worn sandals. The man loomed over, close to him and reached out a friendly …show more content…

Skies were calm and lit full of dancing constellation lights, each telling a story of beauty. It gave life to the city as it reflected off the cracked Windows. He wanted to shelter somewhere, somewhere recognisable, to heal his scathed body. A sign pointed in the direction away from the city, the name of the street was hard to map out. Staggering to reach the destination, he could see streets of various identical small houses, perpendicular to each other. Sitting at the end is a bog standard house sitting quietly. Slowly he walked to the front garden without hesitation. Looking at the grass, it looked like millions of impaling rods surrounding the house. And wired green stems that clawed itself firmly on the sides of the walls. He searched frantically for an opening inside and did so through a punch hole around the

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