Gothic Story
The eruption of the gong circulated the village, captivating all in its power. As the sun set to a gloomy, musty sky the dark hovering clouds burst into bolts of lightning, striking those in its way. As the sky exploded in panic, the village people lay close to the ground on their knees, connected to the earth and soil as they prayed to their Gods. Looming above them in a position of superiority, the overpowering statues, possessing stern faces and glaring eyes starred deep into the minds and prayers of those bowing down before them.
I just turned 12 last weekend, and I am ready to explore the outside world. I have finally become of age where I can freely move around and take part in village trade. It's a beautiful Sunday morning …show more content…
Each step I take I am closer to facing my fears. As I am carefully making my I feel the crusty leaves crumble beneath my feet as no water has touched this land for years. The soil is hard and hurts my souls of my feet. Unfortunately, I don't own any pairs of shoes only the rich families do. I pass through the centre of the village, stopping and getting some water on my way. It’s hot here, too hot, we are all starving and have been victims of this drought for a year now. We have no food and the crops do not grow as well as barely any water. Just a few meters out of the village centre I pass many groups of villages who I all know, preying to the Gods. They prey to them for food, water and survival. I start to cross the sand dunes, passing other traders like myself. The hot sand burns the bottom of my feet but I pursue on. Finally, I have reached the other village! They all look the same to me, very dry and dirty. I am greeted with a warm welcome sign and glass of what they call ‘water’. I ask around to where the trading area is but no one seems to hear me. I look around nervously like a foreigner in a foreign country. I walk around the corner and finally find it. I walk slowly through the different stalls with my sack on my back. I see animal skins, meats, weapons all sorts of things, but I know my farther only wants what is due to us in camels and spices. I finally find the right stall and trade all our things for what we need. As I begin to embark on my journey home, I notice the chief of this village talking to two of his men out of the corner of my eye but I pay no attention. A few moments later I find myself engaging with these two grown men. They are asking me all sorts of questions such as how often I come here and how old I am. I guess they are just being friendly and welcoming to their village. I get home and I see my mother and father anxiously waiting for me. When I hand over the
The eruption of the gong circulated the village, captivating all in its power. As the sun set to a gloomy, musty sky the dark hovering clouds burst into bolts of lightning, striking those in its way. As the sky exploded in panic, the village people lay close to the ground on their knees, connected to the earth and soil as they prayed to their Gods. Looming above them in a position of superiority, the overpowering statues, possessing stern faces and glaring eyes starred deep into the minds and prayers of those bowing down before them.
I just turned 12 last weekend, and I am ready to explore the outside world. I have finally become of age where I can freely move around and take part in village trade. It's a beautiful Sunday morning …show more content…
Each step I take I am closer to facing my fears. As I am carefully making my I feel the crusty leaves crumble beneath my feet as no water has touched this land for years. The soil is hard and hurts my souls of my feet. Unfortunately, I don't own any pairs of shoes only the rich families do. I pass through the centre of the village, stopping and getting some water on my way. It’s hot here, too hot, we are all starving and have been victims of this drought for a year now. We have no food and the crops do not grow as well as barely any water. Just a few meters out of the village centre I pass many groups of villages who I all know, preying to the Gods. They prey to them for food, water and survival. I start to cross the sand dunes, passing other traders like myself. The hot sand burns the bottom of my feet but I pursue on. Finally, I have reached the other village! They all look the same to me, very dry and dirty. I am greeted with a warm welcome sign and glass of what they call ‘water’. I ask around to where the trading area is but no one seems to hear me. I look around nervously like a foreigner in a foreign country. I walk around the corner and finally find it. I walk slowly through the different stalls with my sack on my back. I see animal skins, meats, weapons all sorts of things, but I know my farther only wants what is due to us in camels and spices. I finally find the right stall and trade all our things for what we need. As I begin to embark on my journey home, I notice the chief of this village talking to two of his men out of the corner of my eye but I pay no attention. A few moments later I find myself engaging with these two grown men. They are asking me all sorts of questions such as how often I come here and how old I am. I guess they are just being friendly and welcoming to their village. I get home and I see my mother and father anxiously waiting for me. When I hand over the