- The room was small, but oddly cozy. The sheets covering the small cot on one side looked warm, and a towel and a jacket hung on either side of a shelf across the back wall. The shelf was filled with possessions, mostly leather bound books, as well as a few amenities such as toilet paper. The sink in the corner was scrubbed clean, but clearly older than the classics on the shelf. If you could ignore the bars criss crossing the doorway you could almost call it homey.
- The cot filled most of the cramped cell, leaving little room for pacing. The ancient books sat above it on the shelf, clearly reached for every night, being the only entertainment provided to the prisoner. A sink was mounted on the very back wall, tinier than a birdbath, to provide only the most basic of hygiene.
- The factory on the hill oddly resembled a roman colosseum, white and grand in contrast to the black derricks. When the men would go down to the oil rig, the women and children would head into the textile mill, both to return after sunset hungry and exhausted. Perhaps a well-meaning architect built the factory in an attempt to bring colour to the sepia tone town, but all it served to do was to remind the townsfolk of all the other places in the world they could be.
- The nursery was perfect in every way, clean, expensive, and colour coordinated. Even the books on the shelf had been chosen solely based off their shade, meaning the new tenant of the white crib would never experience Where the Wild Things are, or The Very Hungry Caterpillar. Even the soft bunnies in the toy chest looked as if they were not for playing with, and a crystal chandelier hung where a mobile should have been.
Monday, October 20, 2014
Describe a Picture without a Character
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