I almost never go on DeviantART, but I just decided to randomly post a chapter of a story I wrote in half an hour.
A neighborhood the color of dying, rotting things; a cruel, sick gray that makes me feel cold all over. Streets lined with ditches seeping brackish, depthless water. Parks with swings hanging off of broken chains and limp, drunken-looking, uninviting structures. Empty except for old men and skinny hounds. To add to that, houses, patched up but still in desperate need of fixing, crooked with age, yards overgrown and littered with junk and ancient, rusted cars.
But at least it was familiar. I could take comfort in that. I