Cradled within the mountains protective palm, the proud white tower thrusts tall from amidst the rolling green hills, it’s pure white standing as a monolithic totem, shining its promise of hope across the many miles which fell beneath its gaze....
That relentless, crashing tide of civilisation had beat its cold, hard progress against him for the last time, leaving him broken, washed up and churned out here…chased out here.
Chased out by a mob too indifferent to form, chased by the silent, faceless ghosts sitting opposite him during each grey commute. By the knowledge that he himself was also haunting these streets of smeared wet grey.
Harsh white light hums down, bouncing their relentless daggers from brushed steel into the weary, bloodshot eyes peering out from the dull reflection, distorted by bumps and grooves, with a thousand yard stare.
His face, distorted by bumps and grooves in the worktop surface, sports a two day stubble which shades his sagging, grey tinted cheeks with a dirty brown smudge wrapping up to meet with gr...
Carriage wheels clatter along ruts worn deep into the stone, a cacophony thundering in his head as he’s bounced and jostled, whole body sore from the relentless abuse.
But still, he thought with sombre resign, rather this dire journey continue in perpetuity than end … there.
In the distance it twisted defiantly out from a bed of sharp stone, scraping the sky like an unholy, reaching finger, dar...
Shifting dunes harass sighing walls, sturdy peaks sent charging, their ancient onslaught fuelled by the slightest breeze.
Signs of life, long sandblasted from sun beached walls, hide in the corners; a scrawled name here, a fleck of paint there. Though the outcome is inevitable, for now this aging landmark stands proud and alone, a sole monument to mankind set against a dead world....
Golden limbs stretch languidly out across the landscape, The Sun yawning its way up the mountain trailing the blue blanket of ever lightening sky in its wake....
Yellow tinted streetlight, smudged into a warm haze by the settling snow, illuminated the pathway through the park - usually cast into shadow at this late an hour.
Cutting through the park would knock a good 15 minutes off this trek home, he’d already been walking for 45 minutes and with the warmth from the streetlights being solely an illusion, he made up his mind and dug his hands deeper into h...
