Creative Writing

Sunset

Sunset- the day's final goodbye.The sky broke like an egg into full sunset as the lake caught fire. The glistening lake reflected the exquisite pinks, purples and tinges of orange that lined the sky. No cloud was in sight. It looked like something straight out of a painting. The hum of the young grey feathered birds was loud and the squealing giggles of small children made this place seem all too peaceful. Dogs ran around play fighting while wagging their tails in the air, huge grins spread across their faces. With the sunset fading and the tall buildings that were scattered around the city, what seemed like cold lifeless blocks of concrete, came to life and started to light up New York City. The light of  day was lost once again to the darkness.

Midnight  

As the clock struck 12 the only light source in the city came from the soulless dull concrete buildings, behind the now dark and mysterious lake. The hum of the birds stopped and no small children were in sight. This whistle of the old dying oak trees and swooshing of the brown crunchy leaves made it seem all too like a horror movie. The eerie darkness of the night never escapes your mind. The air was bitter with warmth nowhere in sight. The city was dark and silent. A pitch-black curtain draped over the sky as tiny stars scattered around it providing a sense of beauty in the darkness.

Sunrise

It was a brisk summer morning with a slight wind waving around the air. The air was crisp enough to send a slight shiver down your spine. Darkness had not long surrendered to the light. The sun rose out of the sky like a spirit rising out of a grave. The sky was ablaze with fiery reds, oranges and yellows. A light dew covered the fresh green grass surrounding the slightly fogged  lake. Sparrows chirped an explicit background melody. As the City started to awaken, the hum of the birds grew louder and the giggles of small children came back to life. The city was buzzing once again.