Young Writers Society

A/N: This is just a place description of a short story we will make in AVID. So I just want to know what you guys think.

This was the rubric, well questions that were listed to make it.

What does your place look like?

What does it sound like?

What does it feel like? Are there specific textures to your place?

What does your place smell like?

What does it taste like?

See yourself at this place. What are you doing?

What is the "mood" of this place -- is it cheerful, somber, reflective, or...? What is it about your place that gives it this mood?

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The towers of factories loomed behind me. Smoke as dark as coal rose from the skinny, grey pipes. The many Hovers scattered around it.

As I walked away from it, the city stood in front of me. Towers reaching to the sky, becoming a tall shadow looking down at me. People crowded the streets, some walking like I was, some in their Hovers, some even on Hoverbikes. I continued walking down the transparent street. No one glanced in my direction, they all paid attention to their own business.

The sounds of Hovers honking as the traffic got worse was what I heard the most; people talking on their phones and to each other was overwhelming; and then of course were billboards, how they had a cheerful voice made me gag, nothing about here was cheerful, not unless you called a cloudy sky 'cheerful'.

The smell of food vendors and Hover gas filled my nose, cologne and perfume from people made me pinch my nose so I couldn't smell the terribly strong odors. 

If I could imagine tasting something here, I would be wrong. This place was filthy, nothing here was all the way clean. The only clean thing were the buildings. 

The sidewalk needed a new coat of concrete, there were cracks everywhere in it. There were even some artificial plants growing in a few cracks. The less popular shops and buildings ad a visibly thick coat of dirt and whatnot on the windows, and they all had terrible materials, some were even still made out of fiberglass and brick! Which is ridiculous considering the amount of advanced technology we developed. 

I saw my favorite restaurant and walked in, this was one of the few least popular shops that got upgraded five years ago, and it still looks as good as new! I opened the door, and a ting resounded throughout the whole shop. A few couples turned to look at me, and most kept talking about their lives and other stuff with their friends or spouses.

Artem Maestas, the owner of the restaurant, smiled at me and said hello. I said hello, smiling back. He had black hair, like I did, but he had longer hair, much longer than I did. I had hair that went to my shoulders. 

He had green eyes, while I had blue. He was pale while I was an olive color. I went up and ordered a tuna sandwich at his marble counter. He had one already made for me, and I walked out of the door in less than three minutes. 

I found myself thinking of my dad, what he would do when he found out I had ran away from him again. God knows what he would do if I came back and he was drunk. I would get abused just like I have been.

I walked behind an alley, behind a store or two next to The Big Fish, Artem's restaurant, and found myself turning on my phone's flashlight. It was disgusting back here, trash and cigarette butts covered the ground, the smell of dirty diapers filled the air. Clearly homeless people who haven't showered in weeks, possibly even months, without a shower.

I went all the way back to the wall made of brick, graffiti covering it. One said, "Aaron was here!"

At last, I slipped off my blue beanie. And let out my secret to the world. The flesh on it opened, slowly and I knew it was watching. 

I summoned a portal, black and blue popped out of thin air, all colors swirling round in an oval, perfect for me. I finally got through my nerves again, and slowly walked closer to the moving orb. 

I put one foot through, feeling tingly in that one foot. I moved the other foot through, feeling tingly all over, now all I could see was blackness.

An image popped in front of me, it was the Warlock. 

"Where do you wish to go?"

"My brother...Asher. Asher Collins."

"As you wish."

The next thing I knew, I blacked out.