The Dark Genesis (Steemitbloggers Contest)

She wakes up in the late afternoon, stretches and looks out the window. It is a dark, cold foggy day. Everything is damp. The bark on the trees look soft yet prickly. A good time to pick for medicines.

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Turning away from the window she walks to her closet, chooses a long thick skirt. Red wine colored material with a layer of black lace over top. She chooses a black sleeved shirt and a lacey waist corset to match the skirt.

She feels the cold and dampness in her bones and decides to put on her victorian style ankle boots and cloak and heads out into the forest.

With bag in one hand she collects the bark off the trees. The forest carries ample amounts of medicine plants. She gets carried away, picking away at the flowers and leaves, thinking of all the teas she could make.

It is now dark, the sun has set and the fog has lifted, she lost sight of her home. No worries to be had, no one awaits her at home. The solitude is bliss.
A path is in her sight making her curious to venture out farther. She hangs her bag on a branch and takes on the adventure.
With time being an illusion, she walks on mossy path never looking back. The more she travels, the more structures she sees. The trees become more scarce, the air changes and the wind picks up.
To her right are ruins from what seemed to be a tower of sorts ages ago. How beautiful it is to see time eat away the structures from long ago. The beauty it holds, showing death in more ways than just the living. Wondering if there are bones just below the surface.

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Although there are many ruins to look at and decipher, she continues on the path wondering where the road will take her. The ruins are no more as she continues and are replaced by old wooden houses, broken and falling apart.

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Wondering who lived in these houses, how long ago were the last people here, what made this place feel so ghostly and eerie. More and more houses and buildings were appearing. Some have fallen to the ground and some look old but relatively in good shape. Were there still people?

The house become less damaged and more stable looking the further she went. She stumbled upon what may look like a populated village and seeing a large town or city in the distance.
The streets are made of cobblestone, the houses and buildings are of stone and wood. Market signs are hung above the doors and the most interesting ones are of the teas and medicine shops, showing healing stones and boxes of sweetgrass, St John's wort, echinacea and more in the windows.

What seemed to be the center of town, was lit by 5 tall gas lanterns. In the middle is a well made of stone and slightly covered by moss.

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She notices a clock tower at one end, seeing the time being 6:00. Calculating the time it took her to pick medicines, stopping to look at the ruins and houses and the time it took her to walk there, that would make it 6am.
There is no sun and the moon is still high in the sky. A woman noticed her puzzled face came to talk to her. She seemed to come out of nowhere. She was just just like her, short dark hair, and a wine stain on the corner of her mouth.

"You see, time is only an illusion here. Darkness has set upon this place where people sleep at unholy hours, doing unholy things and not a prayer is heard. The currency is time, so choose it wisely, as the only chance of survival is to take the liquid garnet essence from another."

The strange woman backs away, disappearing into the new fog arising in the tight streets.

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This story is written for the steemitbloggers contest, having to write about our own perfect world. I wrote about a time where there would be only moonlight. Living in a forest that has everything I would need to survive. A home away from everything. Outside the forest having many creepy things to see; old abandoned houses, buildings and towns. To walk through them, seeing old and broken picture frames, old lives only carried by the dust swaying in the air. Perhaps a chance to see a ghost :p. I would love to live in the victorian times, cobblestone roads and gas lanterns showing the way. A very gothic feel to it but with a twist. To have a mystical touch to it and vampires(I know I am weird), the reason why the town just before is lifeless. I pictured myself as the woman in the story, going on an adventure and finding out something new. Falling upon the chance of perhaps being a vampire hehehe. So fiction I know, but this was a dream from a long time ago that stuck with me.