https://Voice.club - Cursed be this wretched city! Great slabs of concrete, choking the land. Skies dark with swarms of angry birds. We are surrounded by shades of Hitchcock and Poe! Cacophony of raucous cawing, claws tugging at our hair, obsidian eyes staring us blind. Blackbird, raven, crow - screeching, swooping, sweeping. That’s how the city feels to us now - an endless throng of dark birds pulling us into the abyss.
Once, this was farmland, moist earth, springing green, rolling hills and lush valleys. Do you remember? Can you feel it? The comfort of the countryside where we breathed in fragrance and breathed out contentment. Try, try to remember. Try to bring it back, the healing air, the sparkling water.
We are creatures of the soil, creatures of sunlight and green trees swaying in the wind, brothers to the red fox, sisters to the newborn lamb.
Let us call down the forces of nature to free us from this prison of skyscrapers that blots out the bright blue heavens. Call on the lightning to strike, the floods to cleanse, the wild winds to topple.
Let us walk free and proud again, one with the land that sustains and supports us, in this untamed paradise we call home!
From the first line - even the first word - “Cursed . . .” we are pulled into negative feelings aided by references to Hitchcock and Poe. The harshness of your alliteration in cacophony, cawing, claws and screeching, swooping, sweeping only adds to this feeling. Thankfully you reminded us of what is really important: comfort, fragrance, contentment. You are helping us all to remember, and, hopefully, to live a life of the ending of the story rather than the beginning.
“We are surrounded by shades of Hitchcock and Poe!” I really loved this line, which well sums up the tone of your story. Shameful, that we bloat our nature with concrete!
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