Creative Writing: A Garruble City

I opened my eyes, the bright sunlight shone on my body. Like a balloon once intensively forced to be blown with full of air now empty and shrivelled, my body was totally feeble and frail. “Hiss” and “whoosh”, the bracing breeze visited through the nasty narrow cracks on a stained smeared window. No fresh air from the breeze, just the stench of bitter medicine made a scary strong storm assailing my intricate head. Hungry and thirsty, a tenacious tornado rampaged around my barren stomach and a draught deeply distressed my parched mouth. Crackling and groaning, the emaciated bones passed each other roughly. Curiosity why was this humongous hospital was so quiet, no sounds; even footsteps once so deafening now silent. “Hello? Hello!” Just the sound

It seemed like a vacuous space, a diabolic black hole had swallowed everyone. On the grey rough bed, sleeping cars and some other vehicles were lying haphazardly. Meandering at a slow pace, the taciturn city was a totally unusual and completely different to the garrulous city I saw just a few days before. In the spacious city, it was deserted and spotless like all the residents had moved to another perfect planet. What was worse, there were no birds in the sky, no fish in the river, no spiders in the cobwebs, too. Lonely and anxiously, staring at a rectangular banner which had a pleasant picture of people at the right side of banner that was rigid between two typical

In front of the deserted beach, the extremely enormous exceptional G-hotel was welcoming me with its pair of large doors widely opened. Reflected by the smooth tiles, the shiny bright light of moon made the hotel more expensive, elegant and a perfect place to sweep away my acute anxiety. On the dark brown desk, a pile of damp newspapers and a bunch of identical golden keys jumped to my eyes. The modern elevator kept silence and didn’t let anyone know where it lazed. Unnoticeable, the digital number was deep dark black as its background colour. Like the direct way to an inverted hell, an eerie stairway was waiting for me and it was the only way to go up. “Click”, the precious key opened great gate of not hell but of heaven. Wonderfully and fantastically, the cosy trim room was an absolute paradise. Next to the comfortable bed, I put the keys and the newspaper on a small desk. It felt luxurious and safe, lying down on the soft large bed made me relax completely and fall in a profound sleep straight