Charcoal Town

They say there is no place like home. As I grew lower and lower towards the ground my mind turned grey, all I could see was a bleak, charcoal sketched place except it wasn't a beautifully crafted sketch or masterpiece it was merely a vision of the place in my nightmares, it was a sketch of something so unbelievably painful, it was hard to look at. I could see the darkness, the dully lit lights fighting to brighten up the dispiriting, polluted streets but it wasn't enough, nothing could brighten up this solitary confinement I call "home". This was not a surreal moment, but a memory, a memory of why I left, how I felt before I left. All I could feel was a vicious game of tug of war being played in my stomach, the feeling was tedious, familiar and unwelcoming. I guess there is no place like home. 

Reviews

[Norman 223]

Episodes that have coloured our lives are rarely lost. They may never be recaptured, but form the basis of of our experience and development.

[BlueBell358]

I read this and immediately fell in love with it. I love your style of writing, it flows really well. I love the sense of mystery and the dreamlike feel to the story. Keep writing, you're doing amazing! :)

[Chelsea Lavender]

Aww wow thank you so much, means a lot!