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The Street

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The Street

Postby Titan50 » Nov 10th, '08, 21:28

So for English exam practice, we had to "describe a sinister street at night". I was really proud of my work so I thought I'd share it with y'alls. Influenced by Lord Of The Flies and the lyrics to This Could be Anywhere In The World by Alexisonfire

This street is haunted. Everywhere you look there are ghosts. But these ghosts aren’t real ghosts. They are ordinary people. As soon as the Sun goes up the ghosts will vanish and the souls of the people will return. Only that’s what we want to think The ghosts are always there, waiting.
If you walk through the street the ghosts come into bitter reality. They creep up to you and make you one of them. They feed on the products of mankind, of which some are meant to assist, although most are meant to destroy. We create these and people use them and become ghosts. Soon we will all be ghosts, and then we will live in a reality. You and me and everyone we know.
There’s a fire in the street, except there isn’t. It’s a strange fire, separated. Small fires in small places. The more firewood added, the more these fires will grow into larger ones, engulfing those nearby. Most of the fires aren’t outside, most are inside. Hard to see them. Sometimes you can smell them burning. You can smell the fires brimming with fear and anxiety. The fire engines don’t come. They’re held up in traffic.
The houses are broken as well. You can’t see it from the outside, only the inside. If you listen closely, you can hear the walls shouting and quivering in turn. Sometimes you feel other noises, blunt objects. The walls tend to cry after these noises. And the crying never stops, even when it has.
The street is secluded as well, almost like an island. Some people think that they can escape the street, but no matter how hard they try they can’t. The street surrounds them. It circles them, the fires and the ghosts getting closer. They die, but they’re not dead.
I start at one end of the street. I carry on walking until I’ve reached the end. I’ve walked all the way across the world.
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