Young Writers Society

The houses of Eoferwic are tall and old, built of red stone, with slate roofs and low chimneys; taking advantage of every inch of land in the old town, the house lean into each other. The muddied ground prevented the growth of thick foliage, with only limp trees and a bush here and there. The village of Eoferwic stands as the oldest village among the Themes countryside; jilted and desolate it remains a place for castoffs and refugees, and persons exiled from their place of birth. North of Eoferwic to the west was the forest; to the South is a hazy river stretching from behind the hills out west; reaching the nearest town, a two day hike on foot. There are fields upon the hills, nesting deep caves and wild animals. And to the east mountains. The inhabitants of Eoferwic are benevolent, a breed in which reliance runs course through their veins. Built from generations of native Eoferwic folk; first born and cultured, are a slender folk; grey and dull, unexciting and informal, dense enough to believe deception. The others, travelers and black sheep stand different than the norm; build stronger and able, they host the features of their lineage and land. The morning sun strikes at noon, until then, every ray of light to hit the town is sheltered by the mountains??? tall peaks; casting a dull lifeless shadow over the houses and shops. Many nights betray the people, homeless go to sleep in the streets and stir nevermore. Their bodies are carried to the caves in the morning, before the townsfolk rise.