Pripyat

Avatar Author: Hacksaw I once saw a stuffed animal commit suicide just for the hell of it. Read Bio

Everything is dirty. And rusty. And probably swimming with carcinogens. Good thing I don’t value my life, otherwise I might be afraid for it.

One look at this place and you’d be forced to do a double take. It’s required; don’t think you have a choice. Flanked on all sides by well-kept, upscale homes, this unsightly blight upon the earth looks more out of place than a sea urchin at a petting zoo.

Strewn about my feet are the mangled remains of rusted out car hulks. Bits and pieces here and there. This place was once an automobile graveyard—a monument to the ghosts of hotrod past. It reeks of motor oil and gasoline.

The sun sears my pale, China doll-like flesh as I bend and scrape the grime away. It’s hard to fight back the thoughts of futility as I pick away at all the decades of abuse and neglect. The phrase “lipstick on a pig” was conceived for such places as this.

Looking around I can see nice houses in every direction. No doubt there’s love in those homes. Here there is only misery and garbage.

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  1. Avatar MrsMica

    The writing is entertaining, but the end is a bit melodramatic.

  2. Avatar Hacksaw

    You wouldn’t say that if you’d just spent five hours in the blazing sun picking up the remains of your uncle’s disregard for himself and others like I just did.

  3. Avatar Chakatreamentinnahouse (LoA) Fool

    I for sure know that house. It sometimes also houses a meth lab. Very evocative and i don’t find it melodramatic because what you feel when you are surrounded by garbage is the full weight of another person’s despair…

  4. Avatar ElshaHawk (LoA)

    well done! I love the cliches and descriptions, they pack a punch! What a desolate space.

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