The Fun Fair

A descriptive writing story about a fun fair

 

The setting sun cast a blood red shadow over the ground. The waltzes didn’t dance, the cars didn’t bump. The fairground was silent. Old machines slowing to a stop as they sleep off a hard day’s work. Pink and blue clouds fall, as the candy is left behind, like a ghost town. Scary shadows loom over the rust and the smell of waste grows as everyone vanished. 

A lone girl approaches, walking. The machines purred to her, asking her to play. She stopped outside the fun house, cartoon clowns looking menacing, their smiles now an evil grin as the waltzes and the cars give her a warning. She enters...

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