The sound of crashing waves and the potent smell of the salt ocean filled the atmosphere with excitement. The wind blew from the sea, and ran across their fingertips, its touch caressing gently, and whispered a lullaby. Children ran around the beach, filling the air with laughter.

 The triumphant blue sea water cooled down those who entered it, it’s waves rocking gently and calmly. The sight of children having swimming races in the ocean was a common sight, while the adults laid under umbrellas, drinking sweet, fresh coconut water. Despite the cruel sun, nobody wanted to leave this place, as it was a place where joyful memories are made.

The darkness consumed the hallway with as I stood on the center frozen in fear. Dead corpses scattered around the dungeon with crimson red blood dripping all over the cold floor. The odor struck my senses, cultivating my senses with horror and disgust. Large and exceedingly inticrate eight-legged creeps crawled out of the corpses followed by horrendous flaccid pink worms, feeding on the remains of the dead.

The cold gust of wind flow through the dark room with a melancholic howl, freezing the walls of the room. The mighty lightning rod of terror struck the attic, creating cackles on the floor and sending shivers down my spine, traumatizing me with fear. Putting my entire body on stasis as I stood frozen with my mind slowly breaking to pieces.

I stood on the center of the room with utter sadness and depression as I shuddered to imagine what inhuman thoughts lie behind the slaughter. The horrors of the dungeon sent my mind on a voyage of terror and agony, chaining me to melancholy. Feeling trapped in a labyrinth with no exit. Destined to be lost forever in perpetual sadness and empty thoughts. Stuck in a never-ending dream of madness and sustained cruelty.

My first encounter with a carnival ride was a Ferris wheel in a neighborhood. I was dumbstruck looking at that emerging enormity turning the life out of its sardine-caged inhabitants. It was intimidating, huge, and smoky. Ever since that starting impression became preserved in my head for years, these rides reminded me of mythical beast, large dinosaurs carrying screaming passengers on their back, even the sound of the engine brought a resentment of dragons breathing their flames out to destroy as people around the carnival lined up to be eaten and taken away by the mythical beast.

The first ride on one of these fantastic beasts gave me an instant rush of adrenaline. As the death-defying ride started, a lump in my throat pulsed like a dislodged heart ready to walk the plank. As the ride picked up speed, the resistance to gravity built up against my body until I was unable to move. An almost imperceptible pause as the wheel reached the top of its climb allowed my body to relax in a brief state , it was the start of the climax throughout this ride. Then there was an assault of stomach turning weightlessness as the machine continued its rotation and I descended back toward the earth, at speeds I have never experienced. For a moment I stopped in my thoughts. To my surprise I began to rise again realizing that as terrifying as it sounds I was enjoying the ride with full of excitement as I screamed in joy.

The fresh breeze of the wind filled my lungs as well as the sweet scent of the freshly picked fruits. Each person in the crowd budge as if unseeing hands dragged them this way and that, pulling their eyes to one thing and then another. The sun’s rays shone luminously onto the entire village as the fresh breeze of wind wooshed delicately which made it even more lively. The balmy weather complemented the tall, tropical coconut trees that were all around as the sweet sound of chirps came from the majestic birds who were spreading their wings in the sky.

A gray afternoon chill descended upon the surrounding hills, as the sun slowly fell and darkness gradually started to devour the sky. Street lights began to light up, as well as the enrichments that were put on the branches of the verdant trees. The entire village had glowed softly, as if it was enchanted. The whole village was now distant and calm at this time as people were cozy and reunited with their families inside their houses. 

The blazing sunset produced a vast contrast of colors upon the entire sky, with deep color of rubies and sapphires. The scene looked like it was taken out of a painting. The sun illuminated everything in a way that was mesmerizing and never seen before. In the distance, a flock of seagulls could be seen flying into the sunset as the sun gradually went down the horizon. The apocalyptic, bright red and orange colors turn into a dull and hazy blue. Colors of the sky now had different patterns now, and slowly transitioned into the starry night. 

 Friendly with most, being lazy and happy; a blazing fury may be released when encountering something she doesn’t like, swiping with her claws as sharp as knives with the fury of a raging fire and with the swiftness of a raging river. With a love of treats, her hunger can’t be stopped when offered a treat that she likes.

She is a civilised cat only using the litterbox instead of the carpet or sofa. She is only going to eat her favourite foods preferring to not eat unless provided. She is spoiled out of her mind being pampered with treats and toys. She is a fat cat being chubby as ever while being cuter than any puppy I’ve ever seen.

Food was always a question. A single scent of food will send her into an excited frenzy, leaping all over the cold tiled floor. She is a picky eater. If she finds the food unsatisfying, she will look and walk away, but yet forever glad there is food. 

The nights are never lonely with her. She lays down on the winter tiles. There is no problem for her. However, if it does get too cold for her, she will ask you politely placing her small yellow head on the edge of the bed and gaze at you. She doesn’t need to make a sound, her soft pupils can alone telepathically tell you.

 My ears weren’t left behind either. It’s like the fresh air was singing melodious blues as we walked. I could hear the sounds of fish that were possibly calling for attention from the sea. It was fabulous watching the birds suddenly shoot up into the sky like rockets.

In the evening, people poured onto the beach to enjoy the serenity and perfect weather. Children ran up and down as laughter filled up every corner of the beach and people even played beach volleyball. Fishermen are starting their night shifts.  Its a perfect day to refresh my mind in the beach.

The flower laid on top of a wooden table with some traditional carvings in it. The rose added the value of the wooden table. The combination of both flower and table were so beautiful that every day there will be one person who watered the flower and cleaned the table. The wooden table was made long before it had shipped to this house but still very sturdy and strong. It has several damages caused by the wood-eating insects but the quality was good therefore the table wont collapse until the weight of 100-150 kilos. 

The trees are beautiful covers with bits of snow. The refreshing winter air filled everyones lungs and nostrils. Just to see something so wonderful. Winter is also a very wonderful season to have some hot chocolate, s’mores, and cookies certainly. Children’s also enjoy winter since they get presents on the 25th of December which is Christmas. And so far winter is my favorite time of the year. 

The waves rolled along the shore in a graceful, gentle and steady rhythm, as if dancing with the land. The briny smell of sea seemed unforgettable, it’s scent imprinted in the mind. The calming melody of the waves hitting the shore repeatedly calms the mind in a sense of serenity, with the lively seagulls that roam around the winds, the palm trees that protect the beach and the cast of crabs that rule the land.

Soon enough, the sun falls slowly into a deep slumber, which taints the sky with a deep gradient of an orange and red flame, setting the clouds ablaze. The colors was vivid and elegant, as if a painter had painted every bit of his canvas with the brightest colors on his palette. The sea felt more alive than ever, it was breathing like a real human being.

But soon, the crimnson black overshadows the  radiant orange-red fire, welcoming the sun to finally rest. And so the stars reappear, dancing their joyful light all across the horizon. The elegant moon rises, looking kindly below the now sleeping ocean, like somewhat a protector or guardian, destined to keep it safe. 

The seabirds of the territory glided weightlessly amongst the colored clouds. Where the gentle waves sweeped the edges of the saturated reddish yellow sand, a colony of them could be seen wandering around searching for their prey. 

The chirping of the birds, the calming sound of the waves, the sound of the sugar-like grains of the sand as the particles rub over each other, and occasional barks from the patrolling dogs made the atmosphere more welcoming.

As the ocean breeze gusted by, a scent -salty yet familiar -could be smelled. The distant boats, as well as the exhausted surfboard-riding professionals drew nearer and nearer to the surface as dusk approached.

When the warm colors that painted the sky started to be overlapped with royal blue and black, glistening little astronomical objects decorated the now eternal-looking atmosphere.

Red orange colored crustaceans started to dig their ways out of their little ‘sand homes’. As more and more of them walked sideways with their jointed legs on the coffee-colored sand, they would get sweeped into the ocean by the playful waves. 

The ancient buildings surrounded by the modern day tell us stories no one is able to. The famous bustling time square is painted with vibrant colors that gives it life. Beautiful monuments are placed around the affluent city that is a magnet to those with historical hearts. 

The Central beach, where you can think and escape the jam-packed city. The sun's ray shines on the white crystal beach as it reflects on every grain of sand to the point where it hurts to see. The heat gives it a sense of relaxation as you stare into the endless horizon. The sky reflects the different depths of the blue sea. First it was light blue then came the navy.

 

“Plink” “Plink” “Plink” The water gathered on the draperies slowly dripped little by little onto the ground. My legs were reaching their limit and the sky seemed like it was about to unleash its fury. I quickly found a slat spot and started setting up a fireplace with the flint and stone I brought with me, it was all so familiar to me, but now wasn’t the time for that. I looked around scanning for any potential harm. The cave was surrounded by stone walls with draperies above, and the floor was piled up with a mixture of tree roots, twigs, and dirt; but as you move your sight closer into the depth of the cave, through the foul and lazy mist you can barely see some stalagmites protruding from the earth.

 

I returned my sight to the fireplace that was successfully set up, my nostril was slowly filling up with the smell of cold wet stone and the briny smell of lichen. My hand scouted the floor in search of a palace to settle and search my memory but it felt was the knobby sharp stone and the crumbling rocks until a place between my sleeping bed and the fireplace. As I sat down and stared into the fire, the only sounds I could hear were the crackling of the wood and the crickets chirping from afar as they echoed through the cave. And waited for the next day.

I can hear my heart pounding as fast as the sound of a horse running. I ran as fast as possible from where I came in. I asked for help outside, but everyone ignored me like I was a ghost. My hand started shaking faster than an earthquake and my hair stood up like tall pine trees. My hand has gone cold and started sweating hard like a melting block of Ice.

I can hear the footsteps getting closer towards me, it seems like no one else noticed. I felt alone like a bee fighting a bunch of ants. My leg can't handle it anymore, my leg hurts as if someone shot it with a gun. I was in such a hurry I collapsed on the ground, that's where I woke up from my nightmare.

Houses across each other, hanging Christmas lights with its signature decoration, thus the green elves or even the frosty snowman. Children are carried away with delight as they make snow angels and snowmen in their front yards. Not to mention, making hot chocolate as the warmth filled their body with some old-fashioned trill. 

As night came, streets all over were filled with tremendous triumph as Christmas lights made an outstanding view of the city. Carolers all over, knocking on every door, singing with all their heart out, giving out joy to each person they sang to. Lastly, the blessing which gathered with loving families as they shared dinner and conversation.

The warmth of air is slowly gone, replaced by the cold windy air. And the sun has started to set creating a pink orange mix in the dark blue sky surrounded by the puffy white clouds. The waves also became heavier. 

placing a long metal tube to the dark-brown ground, building a small home for the night. breathing heavily as i finished building my small home.  walking through the evergreen park, chill ran down my spine as i a mysterious creature walking in the corner of my eyes. I ran as fast as the lightning speed and went back. I was unbelievably exhausted. The sun was no longer above the head, it is engulfed by the darkness. The light-blue sky was turning into a jet-black darkness. I was amazed as i looked up and saw thousands of sparks,shining and shimmering above my head. As i closed my eyes, magically swift and restfully sleeping.

Eventhough there are four seasons in this country, it is very unique that this place is always summer. The 100 hectares of land, has now been surrounded by famous hotels and bars which could make the tourists feels comfortable for the facility that the place has given. The shimmering blue water has shimmered the whole place which makes the place was like a dream. 

The gleaming colorful corals has shimmered throughout the water which made tourists could see it. This magnificent place has been nominated as the legendary place in the world. 

The sudden absence of light brought me an unknown feeling of both panic and agony as I entered. The long awaited comforting presence of sight was finally brought to me when I flipped an unknown switch. Pieces of shattered glass and pottery were spotted everywhere on the dusty and opaque floor. The wind blew the ripped grey curtains of the broken window and also the torn photographs of untold people on the timber table.  Ancient mysterious objects lie unsorted on the ligneous cabinet filled with spider webs. 

   The tree emitted a dim light. It was a soft yellow light, like fireflies. The light felt safe and warm, and tranquil. Below the tree, behind the curtains of leaves, uncovered plenty of flowers and toadstool mushrooms. The floras had sheltered below this elderly and it had made room for more than just plants. 

   Below the tree felt like a terrarium, a planet of itself. Being inside made the outside seem alien. There were many more than just herbs and shrubs, there were little human-like figures that awoke from tiny flowers. They had butterfly-like wings that fluttered delicately, skin as pale as the moon, and hair as white as the snow.

    Inside this hidden oasis was fresh air. The land flourished and was damped, while the branches had been made to hang tiny candles that lit the place up. 

Little children and adults poured out of their houses, wearing rainbow kimonos, brightening the season even further with the multiple conversations accompanied by warm laughter and excitement. Vendors had also opened various stalls with multiple coloured candies and snacks filling the air with delicious mouth-watering fragrances. Then, all the attendants started to gather at a lush green hill with a lone sakura tree waiting for a miracle to happen.

All of a sudden, a whooshing sound like a rocket can be heard from the distance, a bright red cylinder shot up from the ground and exploded. As soon as a popping sound rang in the air, the thousands of faces shot up admiring the sky adorned by the colours of red, gold, blue, green, silver and pink. Like flowers in the sky, like flames burning the darkness away and like stars shining on midnight. The blooming explosions, more beautiful than even the most modern city lights, welcome the spring.