Park Descriptive Writing
One hour, 60 minutes or 3600 seconds was all it took.
All it took for reality to become meaningless. As I lay here, I can taste blood in my mouth: hot, wet and metallic. I can feel the forever expanding pool or crimson blood cascading from my partially severed body. My nostrils are filled with the smell of gnarled fabric and the acrid scent of roasting rubber. Silence. It drowns me, it pulls and tugs and screams a thousand words never to be heard. Nothingness.
3600 seconds earlier.
In an infinite sky above the night lay motionless; even though the clouds that had hung low and grey had cleared the stars still refused to shine. Despite the station once being rather ostentatious and resplendent the station now had an air of austerity and neglect; the black paint was slowly peeling off the baroque pillars and the white line …show more content…
He seemed to be deeply engrossed in his newspaper; the eyes of the people in this flat black and white world followed me and held my gaze as I edged across the wooden panels of the carriage. As the man looked up, we exchanged greetings; and I saw his smile had sadness to it, like the grin of a child determined not to weep. I noticed that his jaundice yellow complexion accentuated the cavernous frown lines across his forehead; he appeared to be a man who was harbouring many problems. I brushed past him, inhaling the strong aroma of coffee and harsh cologne, adamant not to let him perturb me I flopped into a navy, lushly upholstered seat which was positioned near the window and stared out into the blackness of the night. Suddenly the train’s doors noisily slammed shut and a moment of piercing silence was followed by the mechanical murmur of the engine, its powerfulness imprisoned me in a state of vulnerability and the shackles of fear didn’t seem to be breaking any time
All it took for reality to become meaningless. As I lay here, I can taste blood in my mouth: hot, wet and metallic. I can feel the forever expanding pool or crimson blood cascading from my partially severed body. My nostrils are filled with the smell of gnarled fabric and the acrid scent of roasting rubber. Silence. It drowns me, it pulls and tugs and screams a thousand words never to be heard. Nothingness.
3600 seconds earlier.
In an infinite sky above the night lay motionless; even though the clouds that had hung low and grey had cleared the stars still refused to shine. Despite the station once being rather ostentatious and resplendent the station now had an air of austerity and neglect; the black paint was slowly peeling off the baroque pillars and the white line …show more content…
He seemed to be deeply engrossed in his newspaper; the eyes of the people in this flat black and white world followed me and held my gaze as I edged across the wooden panels of the carriage. As the man looked up, we exchanged greetings; and I saw his smile had sadness to it, like the grin of a child determined not to weep. I noticed that his jaundice yellow complexion accentuated the cavernous frown lines across his forehead; he appeared to be a man who was harbouring many problems. I brushed past him, inhaling the strong aroma of coffee and harsh cologne, adamant not to let him perturb me I flopped into a navy, lushly upholstered seat which was positioned near the window and stared out into the blackness of the night. Suddenly the train’s doors noisily slammed shut and a moment of piercing silence was followed by the mechanical murmur of the engine, its powerfulness imprisoned me in a state of vulnerability and the shackles of fear didn’t seem to be breaking any time