Paloma
2013-04-06 13:18:34 UTC
Underneath the carpet of snow, that suffocates all life, is a small village wrapped in mystery. Scattered around two icy roads are five houses, and three buildings, they stand fragile like a glass statue during an earthquake. Surrounding our village is a buzzing fence willing to pull your soul from your body at a single touch. Outside the fence are thousands of ever greens, covered in thick white snow.
The church sits imposingly on the corner of the two roads. With its grand stone pillars, vibrant stain glassed window, and cross that can be seen anywhere, its gives a powerful impression. The library -which is also our school- cowers next to the church. It’s a cold building, in every way. The large pillars, and great wooden doors guide you into library.
The library is small and crowed, filled with shelves of books. There are only a few lanterns in the library, leaving a strange glow after the sun has set. The smell of wax and paper fills the dank room. The marble floor clinks beneath whoever walks on it, and the green walls feel like they might swallow you. At the end of the room is a door leading to the teachers room, and a spiraling stair case, leading you to a small balcony, that over looks the library. This is were we learn. There are rows of wooden desks, and a fire place at the end of the room next to the teachers desk. Although the library is supposedly a public building it is a seldom occasion for anyone to step inside.
The town hall is a strange building. It looks out of place among our wooden houses, and old brick buildings. It is made of a strange material and has no windows and looks very awkward. Half the rooms are out of bounds, to even the mayor. In fact the only rooms that we are allowed to go in, is the mayors office, the town hall and the supply dome. Farther doesn’t like me going there alone, but once he was very ill, and I had to pick up our weekly supply’s. Inside the hall was as strange as it was outside. The front door guides you into a vast auditorium, filled with hundreds of black chairs placed in row upon row, all facing a small platform raised above the ground with a large screen behind it. Across the room are two doors. One room leads to the mayors room, a room iv never entered before. In the other room is the supply room, filled with shelves stacked with our weekly rations