Frozen Darkness

Frozen in time

This will be short. I wrote this firstly in Romanian class a week ago and i just now had the motivation to rewrite this in english. This is the main characters backstory.

1936 Warsaw

Music echoed through the empty halls. All the notes danced in a whirl towards a large stone door. The door frame was intertwined with carefully carved sculptures. Detailed and among the dust settled on the edges of the artwork, stone peonies mingled with blooming roses. The large engraved doors suddenly swung open, allowing the waltz melody to penetrate the cold corridors. A warm light emerged from the ballroom.

On a platform, the piano and violin played, bringing out the pleasant features of both instruments. The cello joined in rhythm with a lower note. The trombone, clarinet, and flute awaited their turn to enter the melody. Voices like blackbird chirps laughed as dresses seemed to float through the room. The glass ceiling shielded the silhouettes like a dome of moonlight rays.

Moonbeams fell directly into the center where a young lady danced gracefully. Her long flowing dress gently lifted from the mosaic of the tiles with each step she took. A little girl watched her mother while rocking her brother in her arms from the sidelines. The lady danced carefree, following the rhythm of the music.

BOOM

A blinding explosion crashed through the transparent roof. A deafening sound replaced the defense of music with reality. A bomb landed on the floor, scattering everything into ashes and flames. Horrified screams filled the frozen air. It exploded. The bomb exploded.

The bodies of the dancers lay on the floor. The explosive hit the instrument platform, leaving large pieces of them scattered around the room, frozen in time. Most of the hall was engulfed in flames. The crackle of fire replaced the delicate waltz. A child ran with a younger boy in her arms to the center of the room where a woman stood paralyzed on the floor, staring at the starry sky with ghostly eyes. "Mom? What are you looking at?" the girl asked. "I'm scared," she added. No one answered. The howling wind outside buried the brutal silence. The cold replaced the warmth. Although everything was cold, a tear as hot as ember slid down the girl's flushed cheek. "Mom, why does that man not have a hand? What happened? Why won't you answer me?" Her voice trembled at the last question. A liquid the color of rusty metal mixed with that of faded roses reflected the shattered glacial roof.

A group of policemen entered the room along with some doctors. They pulled the girl and the boy, along with other survivors, outside, examining them. One of the officers took a deep breath and addressed another. "Call the orphanage"...

I will try to write one more chapter today but I'm not sure if i will. Just the translation took 3 hours (grammarly helped me a lot ngl- I'm not that good in english as i am in romanian so it took me quite some time to find the right words to replace the original ones and grammarly helped me find better synonyms). Word count: 527