A description of an abandoned factory near my house. Great for creative writing classes. Very descriptive.

I make my way towards the hole in the fence. It's overgrown with vines and leaves. This is one of the many entrances to Curtis Wright, an abandoned factory located in the middle of the woods that my friends and I often frequent. The path to the factories is covered with brown leaves, and I struggle to keep from slipping as I walk. By now all the trees are leafless, which helps me see farther down the path. I approach my destination, an empty parking lot within the woods, and sit.

The parking lot starts to appear from behind the trees. It is littered with broken glass and empty beer bottles from teenagers who come down here to drink. Every few hundred yards there are electricity poles, their wires broken and blowing in the wind like weeping willow trees. I sit in the empty parking lot surrounded by barren trees; I am in a dead, urban jungle. This place was once teeming with life, but now it is all but empty.

From this spot I can see everything. The roofs of seven abandoned buildings create an industrial skyline from where I sit. A bulldozer stands where a building once did. The sun is beginning to set and the windows of the buildings are giving off a powerful glare. The sky is a mix of oranges and reds, straight out of a Van Gogh painting. The purple clouds are motionless and seem to be waiting for the sun to set, so they can go to sleep.

As of now I sit in man's world, the parking lot. In this case man has entered nature and industrialized it. If wanted, I could enter the world of nature again by walking a few hundred feet into the forest of trees that surround me, but this scene would not be as interesting without the buildings and pavement. Take away man's world, and this natural setting would not be as surreal as it is. I sit and revel in the beautiful scene nature and man created.