Creative Writing: Home

Similar to any other day, the decaying, dark town of Bodie silently stood still, muted of any kind of significant sound but the powerful winds that violently shook from day till dusk. Thick, foggy, clouds lurked over the impoverished lands, and ever so slowly made their way to the dull skies. Somehow, all of what was once here, was lost. This deserted town had no hope left. Murky pathways, deprived of water, cracked and broke, as they would slowly rot away as all the remaining moisture in the broad, burning air evaporated, swallowed by the wandering clouds above. All nature; permanently silenced; desiccated by burning heat waves. Delicately crafted and carved with precious time, these buildings once called ‘home’ struggled to support something as light as a feather. This once beautiful town - disappeared- vanished into non existence, but the barren place of Bodie remains: lost, abandoned,

Broken bricks fell, decaying, struggling to support the delicate rooftops that chipped off, slowly decomposing away to their inevitable deaths, slowly fading. The windows, not as they once were before, broke away, carelessly smashed and shattered from forced entry of the deceased convicts who were trapped in the past, but the devastating results remained. Along with the ‘bank’, more so like piles of debris, there was one thing left standing. A slumped building, what could be made out to look like almost anything. The mysterious figure seemed to resemble a decayed, half-buried family home. The mysterious building caved in, leaving a hollow shape inside, as trapped, suffocating memories of the home expeditiously rushed out to escape. It all flooded out, the haunted feeling escaping from the collapsing building adding to the already eerie ambience. What wasn't destroyed was left broken instead - and the unresolved mystery of the home was, simply gone with what was