[Entry 20]

Entry 20

 

I am just outside the city, and that sickly, offensive smell is thick in the air. The closer I approach, the more saturated I am in it. I can already tell that after a day I will have become so accustomed to its presence I will forget to notice it. It's the only way I can picture the denizens of the place living here. Therefore, I must try to register each of its individual components now before I develop my tolerance.

Much of the odor is of oil. Likely the fish and seaflesh that are caught and processed at the plants. The rest is probably the oil of the machinery. Magic-forsaken towns like this are an abomination.

However, I think I know what that underlying smell is now. It's coppery. Must be blood.

Author's Note

In the spirit of the journalistic style, I will leave most initial grammatical, syntactic, and other "first-draft" errors intact. Revisions will only occur if major changes are deemed necessary.

Reviews

[C.A.Jordon]

"Likely the fish and seaflesh that are caught and processed at the plants." this is a good line

[MR_BERG]

Noting the brevity of each entry, I will withhold my review until the end.