Vonbon strangle
Stories (3/0)
Gravediggers
Victorian England, a city alive through not only the people inhabiting the streets but with the streets themselves. The soul of the city, the concrete underneath their feet. The heart of the city, the warmth of the coals keeping the city warm. The breath, the smoke puffing out of the chimneys scattered through the city. The next step of the future.
By Vonbon strangle3 years ago in Criminal
The Barn of Life
Forest trees covered a mysterious landscape. Colors of the leaves change with the seasons. The whole landscape went from green to beautiful yellows, then dying in a strong brown until no leaves remained and the trees were bare. Change was always in the air. On a warm summer day one could smell the aroma of flowers blooming in the rays of the sun. During the winter only cold damp snow could be seen in the graveyard of trees. Life cycling physically all around, but the emotion of the land also changed spiritually. Those who watched the seasonal cycles felt the passing of thoughts and emotions through the life and death of eaves in the wind.
By Vonbon strangle3 years ago in Fiction
Neon Sky
Eyes, heart, and soul a world where only three guaranteed things still made someone human. As humanity moves forward they slowly begin to lose the grasp of their own laws of humanity. The power of change is also the power of perspective in the eyes of others and the agreed steps of society. A city lost in the midwest of once the country called the United States of America, stood tall with only a couple dozen buildings piercing the clouds that laid over the city hiding what lay below. The new Denver, moved and pulsed into the future, after the final great war. The new cities identity became new unaffected by other cities that could have survived after the war. A world wide disconnection brought together those of a single city trying to continue to live on.
By Vonbon strangle3 years ago in Fiction