Museum Descriptive Writing

On the inside of the bed, next to the wall, he could feel with his hands, the comfortable piece of lead pipe. Outside the world was still except for the weeds that swayed with the frosty breeze and the occasional howl of victory from a wolf who got his prey. In the stillness of the frigid night, behind twisted, pale trees, a dark silhouette emerged from the shadows. He passed under jagged crystals while his breaths, for a moment, hung suspended in front of him before they disappeared. The snow melted under the weight of his strides and the chilly wind clung to his grime covered skin, not hidden underneath the filthy army blanket on his shoulders. Nevertheless, he trudged silently through the darkness amongst scattered pieces of what used to be the prairies. Blinded by desperation and greed, he found himself standing in front of a familiar canvas, dimly glowing in the dark. One more time, he thought. …show more content…
Jenkins awoke alarmingly when he heard the shuffling of feet pass him. He slowly stood up and a gush of wind met his warm skin. In front of him, the canvas rose up to the eerie tune of the winter air yet the peg was still on the ground with a piece of canvas trapped beneath it. As the wind picked up, the canvas floated along with it which revealed the barren landscape set against the unlit sky. The Doctor searched his home but saw nothing except for the emptiness of the hollowed earth and the imprints of where the phonograph used to be. Fear instilled in the Doctor until the sound of someone coughing resonated through his home. Angrily, the Doctor followed the sound. As he turned towards the tress, he found the young musician with his knees burrowed in the ground, hovered above the