Descriptive Essay On Brutal Clouds

“Hush, Hush…”, the clockwork whispers and all the mice go still. Brutal clouds are brewing, and the clouds are meant to kill. Kill humans? Oh dear, of course not. They are far more mysterious than that. These clouds are the keepers and killers of dreams because in every dream there must be a rat. Every night when a child slumbers, pictures of utopia flash through their heads. Yet, a rat of reality always scurries on in to keep the frivolity limited to their beds.

The clouds amass over Miss Elaine, who dreams of engineering. She wants to tinker with gears and toys, and earn herself a living. Her dreams are filled with numbers, drawings of wheels, and engines. Her minds glimmers like a golden castle from all the unspoiled ambitions. Yet, her improper dreams won’t last the night, because the past the rats have always won. The clouds grow over her with a quickening pace, and the rats invade her mind. She was slumbering softy with tinkering on her mind when in the back of her conscious comes out a little cry. “You can’t do it”, the Rats yell. “You’re just a little girl”, they cheer. As their screams grow louder, the little girl in bed clutches her ears and cries. Yet, there wasn’t a single place left where her dreams could ever hide. She wants to fight the rats, but their voices are too strong. Their voices keep
A smile reemerges on her face since the images of tinkering have all vanished from her head. She can’t miss what she can’t remember. In their place are frilly dresses and pink bows, the type that young girls are suppose to like. The strange clouds wafts away and the rats go with it into the night. As the morning carries the sun into the sky, the little white mice return to their posts like little warriors trying to guard their princess. The fortress has been taken back. Yet, everything has changed. She’ll never be the same again. The damage has already been done and her confidence has already