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Describe an abandoned village

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´╗┐Describe an abandoned village Dense fog gathered in the centre of the moor. Over a small hill to south, nestled in a valley, lay an abandoned and desolate village. It was bitterly cold, I stood looking out across the moor as the fog slowly crept its way towards the village; tendrils, like fingers, clawed its way closer, quickly smothering it from view. A grey afternoon chill descended upon the surrounding hills, as slowly the sky began to darken. The village was distant, quiet as I quickly worked my way down the dew sodden grass towards it. The sky had darkened further as I approached the village from a far; it had taken only a few minutes even though my ragged breathing suggested otherwise. I stood at the start of a gravel road that cut its way through the heart of the village like a knife. ...read more.


A wall of overwhelming scent hit me, piles of rubbish resembled rotting animal carcasses onto which thousands of flies were drawn to, like a beacon of light. The sky was navy blue as the sun sank beneath the horizon; the door opened with a creak. A pungent odour filled my nostrils mixed in with a whiff of stale tobacco that shrivelled my taste buds. The door directly opened into a small sitting room. Layer upon layer of dust lined every inch of the room, hiding the layers of secrets and darkness whilst cobwebs infested every corner like a chronic disease. The furniture veiled the sofas like a dress; ants were crawling, scrounging, searching for everything and anything, scurrying past me out into freedom. Feeling queasy, I left this spider infested hole and moved away from the dark cottages and towards the church. ...read more.


The village looked relatively small, cradled like a baby in the arms of the surrounding hills. I stood, shivering, until night lay with me and the moon struggled to penetrate the canopy above. The leaves were unyielding, hanging on firm in the sudden chill that succeeded sunset. The sounds of unseen creatures and the sound of the creeping dead chilled me to the bone as I slowly breathed in the dark mustiness, the earth laden chill filled by nostrils, burning my insides. Darkness had fully set in now, only the waning glimmer of light from the moon illuminated my path out of the village. I walked out down the treaded gravel road and up back into the hills from whence I came. Feeling empty with a wretch inside my stomach, I looked back. Only the thin rays of moonlight illuminated the village, it made me sorrowful to know that this was once a thriving village now turned into desolate consummation of filth and misery. ...read more.

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