My short stories

Silence

Found another little piece from my school days, revised and edited. Enjoy~

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A silky veil of snow blanketed the streets of a derelict town. The wind howled a mournful dirge while the decaying trees shivered in the frosty air. Twinkling stars dotted the night sky like little jewels, their distant light offering little comfort to the streets below. Row upon row of forsaken houses lined the empty streets, abandoned by their owners and shrouded in the embrace of moss and ivy. Nature, it seemed, was slowly reclaiming what man had left behind.

At the edge of this neglected land stood a small house, its windows left open, allowing the merciless winter to freeze the inside. In what was once a warm living space, an ebony table stood in the room's centre, draped with a faded tablecloth that echoed the ghostly patterns on the walls. Moonlight, the room's sole illumination, cast long shadows that danced and flickered like restless spirits.

In one corner, a delicate pink cot could be found, its once-cheerful hue now muted by time and neglect. Supported by an intricately carved ebony frame, the cot's musky-pink curtains hung limply, framing a collection of soft pillows and plush toys, silently waiting for a return that would never come. Nearby, a fireplace stood cold and empty, its purpose long forgotten. The hearth, once the heart of the home, now served only as a hollow reminder of warmth and family that had long since vanished.

Scattered around the room were black and white photographs, clinging to the walls like whispers of a bygone era. Eyes that once sparkled with life now stared out, longing to be remembered. A decaying sofa slumped against the wall opposite the cot, its once-vibrant cream upholstery now faded and worn, standing as a solitary witness to the passage of time and the stories that had been lost to time.

As the night deepened, the deserted town slumbered on, a pitiful memorial to forgotten dreams and untold stories, waiting for a spring that may never come.