Exactly what it says. Up here will be posted various prose, poem, or whatever sort of thing I've been writing.
This... was a piece submitted for English creative writing coursework, based on our city or something. Enjoy...
The City at Night
As darkness washes over the city, everything stops. People, yelling at those in front of them stop. The vendors selling their tarnished wares stop. Even those who reside in the highest buildings, watching with an eagle eye, suddenly stop. Then, everything changes.
The nightwalkers begin to come out, those dregs of society, the people that the day is too ashamed to shine light on. The night, however, has no qualms, for it is within her hours that the darkest deeds of the day are done. All she asks is that you do not bother her brother, lest the balance is disturbed.
Out of the darkness come a million blazing fires, each burning brighter than the last. These shadow people revel in the darkness, but are afraid of it. They banish it to the far reaches of the city, to where the lost causes reside. These people, these denizens of the dark, are the true shadow walkers, committing acts of evil that remain unspoken, because during the night, secrets are never revealed.
Still, the night, though tinged with blood, retains a touch of innocence, love, hope, and everything in between. In their homes, lovers remind each other of their daily blessings. Out on the streets, men and women seek each other, lonely and in need of companionship. The moon sheds her glowing tears on them in their journeys, blessing them with the warmth of her rays.
However, the light seems cold, almost cruel in other areas of the city. Stalls have been set up, hawking bloody meat, cracked jewelry, shattered hopes and bitter dreams. If you dare approach them, be prepared for a tirade of words as they attempt to lure you in. Bargains get struck, deals get made, and nobody gives anyone else a second look out on the frigid streets.
Meanwhile, the people of the day shed their work clothes and begin to relax. Only at night can they be truly free; they let themselves party the night away. Night after night they release their wild sides, shedding their inhibitions and fears. Meeting new people, doing new things, changing who you are to the rest of the world.
Then the orphaned come out. They without a home, a family, or even a true name to call their own. They call out for an act of charity, or, when charity isn’t given, take it for themselves. The so-called enforcers of the law, instead of trying to take in the true law-breakers, instead go after the abandoned and the hopeless. Is it a matter of incompetence, corruption, or plain greed? Whatever it is, it resigns the unlucky to their fate, as they cry for justice when there is none, while the damned walk off as free men.
The night is an inky darkness that spreads around the city, tainting it, poisoning it, hurting it. Still, even as the darkness spreads, so does the beautiful light of the morning. As the sun rises the dark runs, afraid of being burnt, afraid of dying out. Still, the sun banishes it to the smallest spaces, while it spreads over the city, bringing with it a beautiful blossoming of happiness and hope.
This... was a piece submitted for English creative writing coursework, based on our city or something. Enjoy...
The City at Night
As darkness washes over the city, everything stops. People, yelling at those in front of them stop. The vendors selling their tarnished wares stop. Even those who reside in the highest buildings, watching with an eagle eye, suddenly stop. Then, everything changes.
The nightwalkers begin to come out, those dregs of society, the people that the day is too ashamed to shine light on. The night, however, has no qualms, for it is within her hours that the darkest deeds of the day are done. All she asks is that you do not bother her brother, lest the balance is disturbed.
Out of the darkness come a million blazing fires, each burning brighter than the last. These shadow people revel in the darkness, but are afraid of it. They banish it to the far reaches of the city, to where the lost causes reside. These people, these denizens of the dark, are the true shadow walkers, committing acts of evil that remain unspoken, because during the night, secrets are never revealed.
Still, the night, though tinged with blood, retains a touch of innocence, love, hope, and everything in between. In their homes, lovers remind each other of their daily blessings. Out on the streets, men and women seek each other, lonely and in need of companionship. The moon sheds her glowing tears on them in their journeys, blessing them with the warmth of her rays.
However, the light seems cold, almost cruel in other areas of the city. Stalls have been set up, hawking bloody meat, cracked jewelry, shattered hopes and bitter dreams. If you dare approach them, be prepared for a tirade of words as they attempt to lure you in. Bargains get struck, deals get made, and nobody gives anyone else a second look out on the frigid streets.
Meanwhile, the people of the day shed their work clothes and begin to relax. Only at night can they be truly free; they let themselves party the night away. Night after night they release their wild sides, shedding their inhibitions and fears. Meeting new people, doing new things, changing who you are to the rest of the world.
Then the orphaned come out. They without a home, a family, or even a true name to call their own. They call out for an act of charity, or, when charity isn’t given, take it for themselves. The so-called enforcers of the law, instead of trying to take in the true law-breakers, instead go after the abandoned and the hopeless. Is it a matter of incompetence, corruption, or plain greed? Whatever it is, it resigns the unlucky to their fate, as they cry for justice when there is none, while the damned walk off as free men.
The night is an inky darkness that spreads around the city, tainting it, poisoning it, hurting it. Still, even as the darkness spreads, so does the beautiful light of the morning. As the sun rises the dark runs, afraid of being burnt, afraid of dying out. Still, the sun banishes it to the smallest spaces, while it spreads over the city, bringing with it a beautiful blossoming of happiness and hope.
