An eerie echo flowed through, silence. Not a single bird chirped, not a beam of light, not even a voice. Streets were silenced by the mouth. A street near the motorway, a man, cold and hot, scared and happy. Terrifying, I would say. He stared at the street, like a child finding their parent. A tear from his eye, next second a smirk. A shadow, taller than trees, wider than windows and thicker than knives.
Tall, mahogany, and jade trees stood there, eyeing the man, wanting a taste of his claret blood oozing from his skin.
A road, never-ending, wide and sharp like knives. Charcoal and murky surroundings, like a movie in the 1950s. A whiff of uranium and plutonium. Scents of white eerie gas flowed. A slimy creature, slithering though, a child, a young one, little and small covered in goo.
Light posts, at least four on each road. Three black and brown from the light out. However, the single one blasted fire,hot flames of fire. Beaming through the street, the lamp post wasn't a lamp post but rather an entity. It stared, stared at the man, smirking at him. Thirst for his blood made the entity ooze his saliva. Blood, blur, and brown coming from the man's nose.
On the pavement stood a man, the same man, staring at the street with a tear in his eye and a smirk on his face, now everything staring at him, wanting his blood.
24/06/24
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Short Stories
Mystery / Thrillertrying something different. this is from my school writes ✨️
