The once jam-packed roads that led to Briar Glen was barely detectable beneath layers of dust, sand, shrubs and leaves. Gardens once looked after and trimmed to perfection were now rough and overgrown, returning back to their chaotic natural state.
Doors were boarded up tightly and some showed signs of painted symbols with meanings known only to those who put them there, but whoever put them there’s long gone too. Clothing, home appliances and other belongings were left lost and broken outside some of the homes. They were of no use to anyone anymore.
Briar Glen , once a pleasant quiet town and home to friendly folk had all but faded away from history. An eerie silence had taken over and was only interrupted by the cracking of wood in the wind and the occasional bird who had made its home in one of the many collapsed roofs.
Collapsed wooden walkways and a few sunken boats littered the relatively small docks. Some of the sunken boats had bird nests in them, but most were simply covered in shells and slowly reclaimed by nature.
No matter how many animals made their home in this town now you couldn’t help but be overcome with loneliness. Life had not just come to a halt, it had completely disappeared. But there was an odd sense of harmony as nature reclaimed what was theirs and resettled an old balance.
The network of roads that led to Glanchester was now indistinguishable from the surrounding landscape. 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. Window panes hung perilously from their hinges and here and there drapes had been flung out by the wind.
Glanchester, once rich with life, hopes, dreams and aspirations was now a forgotten remnant of a time long passed. 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 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 town was truly an eerie sight. So many lives forgotten and whatever was left to show for it is slowly withering away as time goes on. But even with all the animals that lived here now and made this town their new home you couldn’t escape the feeling that so much had been lost forever.
