Oct 30, 6:30am- I have not long since arisen, alas it was due to the blood-curdling shriek of a seagull passing by my window. Morning sunlight gleamed through the sheer, stained curtains and it brought me peace after the unspeakable events of the previous night. This morning I shall visit the beach and read, before returning to my hotel in time for breakfast.
YOU ARE READING
Whitby
Short StoryA short fictional travelogue inspired by my time in Whitby. It discusses the Gothic side of Whitby including Whitby Goth Festival, and Whitby's links with Bram Stokers' Dracula. It tackles issues that people of Gothic and alternative subcultures end...
