SCREAMS!!!

This accursed morn found yours truly burrowed deep within moth-eaten blankets like an oversized termite. Wailing sirens shriek by my window, rustling the moldy curtains. Putrid gas burps up from sewer grates and wafts on the suffocating breeze, offending my nostrils with a cloying bouquet of festering odors. Soft voices chatter below thumping music which rattles the concrete jungle. Ah, city life.

I'm just a simple country ghoul, what do I know of this fast-paced existence? While I slowly acclimate to overpopulated spaces and all that nonsense, let's see what sort of prompts I can dream up amidst the bustling dawn.



I shall return later today to judge! Feel free to take advantage of the extra time May the most disturbed writer win!