Random Pieces Of Creative Writing

The Tavern

From afar, it seemed cosy and humble, but with each step closer, it gave off an unfriendly, broken and unnerving aura.

Large and small cobble stones made up most of the buildings structure, as well as strong wooden beams. It's mostly fallen apart due to age and the years that it's spent battling nature's bitter and harsh attacks, but from what can be seen, it strikes you with an element of surprise.

                  

The surprise that it's held itself up for all these years, and how well it's been preserved, instead of it allowing itself to crumble and collapse into the earths cruel and cold embrace.

From the small shattered windows, it is apparent that the building interior has been well preserved and more cared for, unlike its exterior.

Inside, as you enter through the fairly large, thick, wooden door, the unpleasant odour of sweat infused alcohol encases you, leaving you with an overwhelmingly strange head rush. This alone is enough to fill you with the fear of the unknown, as well as uncertainty.

The faint sound of howling winds and dripping water echoes throughout the decaying structure. Hidden in the corner lays a pile of old, worn out kegs, behind the bar lay shelves filled with shattered glass; that once littered the room, used solely to decorate the otherwise boringly plain interior.

An abundance of moths gather around the candlelight; giving off the impression that this old, derelict structure hasn't seen much human life in a few years. The candlelight illuminated the cracks within the stone walls, allowing the eye access to the creatures that lurk within them.

Looking up, scattered across the ceiling are cobwebs, made by the buildings inhabiting arachnids, it is apparent that they have claimed the place as their own. As well as this, heaps of moss cascaded across the walls, taking ownership over its cracks and crevices.

As I escape from my imagination I realise I am surrounded by others, the low hum of chatter surrounding the room. Each person observing the paintings as I had, leaving compliments, I scour the room for another painting in which I can get lost in, once again.