Fever enhanced city
Walking down the streets of the town, in which I lived for as long as I remember, the streets were strange, as if covered in fog.
They were unnaturally extending their bodies, like colossal Jormungand and the local stores were multiplying, like fungus after rain. My legs practically couldn’t take me to any certain location. I was a leaf, which movement was dependent on the direction and of force of the wind.
While passing the town hall, my eyes laid upon the tower, which peak bend its way to the pavement.
Maybe it was also suffering from the fever, tiredness taking over its body making it spine bend in fatigue? Hands of the clock fell unconsciously and weren’t showing a certain hour.
Yet I’m still standing. My head hasn’t connected with the pavement by the cold kiss of delirium.
Has anyone seemed to care about that bizarre scenery? Absolutely not. Looks like their fever draw them to this point, that any care about their surroundings or other people had been shut down, their subconscious enhanced by the darkness.
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It was a text that I had to write during one of my classes. I decided to translate it from my native language then post it here. I really like the final result :)
Hope you’ll enjoy!