Here is a sample of some of the stuff I write. Enjoy~
Across the distant, dusty-grey waves, lay a dull beach, no bird dare lay their webbed foot upon its grainy sands. Yet, the rocky layer of boulders and stone could not deter the attention of your gaze from something else that demanded it so fiercely. A Castle. Hanging from the seaside cliff, like a nest hanging from a broken tree branch. Daring to fall from a gust of wind at its back.
Entering through the Castle gate as it hung off the broken metal hinges. The remnants of silver plating peeking behind the blackened tarnish of worn down rails and gates within the courts; and the dead, unkempt plants littered upon the ground. The dark brown leaves and bare branches crunching under each heavy step taken.
The Castle was large enough to hold several families and servants. Yet those would believe that it has become abandoned by its keepers. The grey grass over grew the once pure silver fences and now broken gates. Dark brown vines crept over the walls, as if they were reaching toward the sky, grabbing at the roofs of the decaying towers. And the once beautiful fountain that lay upon the entry gardens, that would once effortlessly flow a luminous blue water, now lay in ruin, and the noise of water had faded away long ago. The crystal statuette of the once beautiful Ladyship lay shattered on the ground like broken shards of a mirror. Dull and blackened as the years long gone by.
The ominous feeling of those lives now past, lingering within the soft breeze that travelled the empty hallways. Yet, the gentle lady that walks the halls would swear she smells the fresh bread baking. The pig roasting for the night's feast. That she still hears the maids gossiping in the crowded halls, as the new prince came for the Ladyship’s hand in marriage. The maids would tell him to turn back, not to waste his time each day that he came, and the gentle lady could hear his hearty chuckle and like a fairy tale, she could see him as he turned to tell the maids they were wrong this time.
And thus she would watch, and listen, as the Prince walked on to the throne room. His ghostly figure strutting on like a lion upon his pride. His visage wavering in and out of her sights like an ocean wave between the dimensions.