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Meteli, once home to thousands of families and counting had all but faded away from history. The sounds of insects, winds and creaking wood of trees which were once drowned out by the sounds of cars and people had returned as the dominant sounds once more.
The safety of the bank was forfeited long ago. There was nothing left but empty halls and empty safety deposit boxes, boxes that made for great nesting areas for small birds who gladly took advantage of this.
The network of roads that led to Meteli was slowly absorbed back into nature as grass, flowers and small shrubs reclaimed what they can as fast as they can. Broken branches and leaves cover the roads inside the town while the tall grasses of the unkempt gardens sway in the wind.
Most doors still stood sturdy in their frames. They were a little dirty, but if you only focused on the doors you’d expect people to come out as if nothing had changed. Broken roof tiles lay in the streets and gardens and crusty, dry paint faded from walls and fences.
Axminster, once a pleasant quiet town and home to friendly folk was now a mere distant memory of better times. Bird songs, animals rustling in the bushes and trees and the various animal sounds from stray pets and other wild animals had taken the place of the sounds of a bustling community.
Nothing’s more eerie than an abandoned hospital and this one was no different. Empty halls and empty rooms where lives were once saved to the best of the staff’s abilities only further added to the saddening atmosphere of this town.
The once jam-packed roads that led to Axminster was slowly absorbed back into nature as grass, flowers and small shrubs reclaimed what they can as fast as they can. Gardens once looked after and trimmed to perfection were now rough and overgrown, returning back to their chaotic natural state.
Many doors had collapsed as rot ate away their edges. The open doorways that were once perhaps very welcoming were now an eerie and unwelcoming sight. Clothing, home appliances and other belongings were left lost and broken outside some of the homes. They were of no use to anyone anymore.
Openshaw, once a major hub for new businesses and young families had been forsaken and left to rot alone. The wind in the trees and the creaking of wood were the new dominant sounds in a once lively community rich in sounds of joy and simple pleasures.
Nothing’s more eerie than an abandoned hospital and this one was no different. Empty halls and empty rooms where lives were once saved to the best of the staff’s abilities only further added to the saddening atmosphere of this town.
The gentle road that led to Openshaw was slowly absorbed back into nature as grass, flowers and small shrubs reclaimed what they can as fast as they can. Gardens grew beyond their artificial borders and began claiming parts of the streets and houses.
Most doors still stood sturdy in their frames. They were a little dirty, but if you only focused on the doors you’d expect people to come out as if nothing had changed. Many buildings stood precariously upright despite looking like they had no means to do so. It’d take just a slight nudge of a strong wind to tipple them all over.
Bellenau, once a major hub for new businesses and young families was now a ghost town in the truest sense. Silence had taken hold and would’ve been deafening were it not for the many animals that had made this place their home. Bird songs, rustling bushes and the occasional howl filled the air.
The train station had collapsed and the tracks were covered in shrubs and fallen branches. Nobody was waiting for the next train anymore, no longer eagerly going to the next destination or waiting for those coming home.
The network of roads that led to Bellenau was torn to pieces by the elements. Grass filled the labyrinth of cracks and sand covered whatever was left. Gardens are bustling with insect life who’ve made their home in the now tall grasses and overgrown bushes.
Many doors had collapsed as rot ate away their edges. The open doorways that were once perhaps very welcoming were now an eerie and unwelcoming sight. Broken cars and rusty pieces of metal littered some of the larger driveways, stripped from all but their most useless parts.
Rutherglen, once a hub of modern housing and technological developments had all but faded away from history. Silence had taken hold and would’ve been deafening were it not for the many animals that had made this place their home. Bird songs, rustling bushes and the occasional howl filled the air.
The clock-tower was somehow still rich with sounds, but it wasn’t its bells and gears as those had stopped working a long time ago. It was a flock of crows that had made this once great pillar their new home.
The once busy road that led to Rutherglen was unrecognizable as nature had begun reclaiming the now unused area. The wind gently sways the tall grasses in the abandoned gardens while wild bushes make their claim on every acre not taken by the grass.
Many doors had collapsed as rot ate away their edges. The open doorways that were once perhaps very welcoming were now an eerie and unwelcoming sight. Broken cars and rusty pieces of metal littered some of the larger driveways, stripped from all but their most useless parts.
Craig Ferdinand