The alley stretched a mere 25 feet yet instilled more fear than the most menacing mile. To the west towered a massive hotel, square in its design and dressed in bricks of varying earth tones. The east side of the alley hosts an array of apartment buildings, each standing about three stories high, replete with enough windows to light a castle. The valley that lay between the structures was absent of motion and scent. Silence blanketed most of the block, broken momentarily by the voices of tenants shouting requests from the top of the buildings.
“Enough is enough,” yelled a resident of one of the louder and brightly lit dens.
On any summer night, a pass through the alley might last but a minute, yet tonight the mirrors of ice that crunch beneath my feet render the block nearly impassable.
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Good start. But what did it smell like (even absent scents can be described)? What colors did you see? Shapes? Was it narrow or wide? Was their moisture? Garbage?
ReplyDeleteAlleys can be the backbone of society, they tell us so much about our culture. But again, you must delve into those details and find ways to describe them to your readers.