Wherever people went, wether they were moving, talking or laughing. We were there. Silently watching as the city unfolded itself every day in a new form. Some days revealing secrets while on other nights swallowing new ones. Oblivious humans followed their distinct paths as the sunlight called after them, awakening them into another breath offered by their lives simultaneously surprising them by the bitter -or sweet- realization that they aren't dead ... yet. As if whispering life is calling you thus, what shall be your answer?
We were there observing each sin being committed white ones, as well as utter pitch dark ones yet we watched it all the gasoline as well as a striking strong odour of expensive perfume we saw all of it how many were thrown on the daily green papers and clicking metal coins thrown to provide food cabs and even shelter fantasy dates and cheap ones we saw how it pretended to buy happiness.
Yes it's never fully succeeded in doing so since we knew how delicate the latter was
The various seasons never ceased to colour the city in enigmatic colours, shades of blue and grey. Even the other side of the moon was buried continuously throughout the mystic times of the night. At some point, we were puzzled by the matter which the people of the city feared the night. How they ran to their shelters like tiny cats seeking safety from the upcoming rainstorm.
Until the mischievous gap of the swallowing void appeared; until we saw the bleeding sins continuously appearing every night under the tragic law of victims falling while the others were simply committing .
It was ugly frightening and quiet disgusting, not forgetting that it was purely perplexing as well. How the other side of the coin, the bright side, mysteriously flipped itself to the dangerous side while everyone watched, them and us.
Yet despite it all, we remain there as silent as Ravens, watching in complete awe and astonishment how the city grew, woke and kept flooding its massive waves of enigmatic heavy energy against all of it. Against the heavy souls of the people it carried, the aching desires of those young ones as they begged her for help to reach their eager ambitions, to fulfil strings of happiness they've long held onto.
And remaining as mystical as a Greek legend. It never spoke. The city never replied. It only kept switching between the two sides of the coin while welcoming the arriving bodies that have decided to call her home while on the other end not shedding a single tear for those who've left her, maybe seeking for the mercy she never winced to offer.
We simply watched her in each passing second
And who are we?
Let us pretend that we are ... you
The end
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Tales From Sin City (Completed)
Short StoryPrologue : "We all lived in one city, we shared the same sky, we heard the same cacophonic sounds everyday. But we have different stories. Maybe the city took from us more than it gave, or maybe we lost ourselves amid the process. Who are we? We...
