A thick fog drifted across the shadowy street. Its tendrils, twisting eerily around lampposts, eclipsing the golden light they shed. The only souls left lingering on the abandoned street were the lost and forgotten cadavers of days past.
Imagery
02.16.2017
Just decided to practice a little imagery. Kind of refreshing actually.
You’ve really impesrsed me with that answer!
That’s the thkniing of a creative mind