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“The Town of Ark”
When I was younger, I would experience recurring dreams of awful events. Awful events such as my best friend dying in a brutal fashion. Among these dreams however, I dremnt of a town far away from anywhere I’ve ever visited. It was a place that could only be described as pure fiction. What’s strangest about my dreams was that it had been years since I’ve experienced them. That was about twelve years ago. It made me wonder why I started thinking of this place again after so many years have passed.
This town had various recognizable landmarks. Among them being an abandoned stadium, which to me is notable, due to it being where my best friend had his life taken away from him. Although I can’t seem to remember how exactly he died. This was peculiar as something as horrific an event as this, is something I should remember everything about. The town was strange in that a large portion of it was made up of an old reservoir. What I can remember most about the reservoir was the graffiti that enveloped it. Near the middle of the reservoir was a large empty hole, presumably where water had entered and left. Beyond this was the railroad that went through the town. The train station was primarily why people traveled to this town.
The town was called “Ark”. Nothing more, nothing less. I don’t recall a reason for it to be named so as there wasn’t anything in or around the town that resembled anything pertaining to an actual ark. I fondly remember the town sign that greeted you as you happened upon Ark. It said, “Welcome to Ark, a town rich in heritage with a lovable community.” Now that I think about it, it did sound somewhat tacky.
This is where everything real about the town ended. Among the various things I can remember about Ark, I remember mostly abstract, almost creepy things about it more than anything else. Like how the sky was always an unusual dark gray, or how the population was very scarce. Like most places in the world, Ark also had an indigenous animal. In this case, a large, black colored bird. But what was strange about this bird however, was that it looked puppet like, as if someone controlled the bird using strings to give it creepy movements and jerks. The people in Ark called them Eee’s, due to the loud noise they made as they would swoop down trying to steal any lone children they could find. Ark seemed to be a place fabricated only from nightmares, and honestly this wasn’t too far off. What made me truly uncomfortable however, was how much I knew and remembered about this place, even though I’ve never been there. As fiction as this town sounds, I could only wonder if Ark really existed.
I used to really enjoy writing reviews for movies and tv shows. Perhaps I’ll start doing it again, in addition to writing more stories.
The sun sets on an abandoned farmhouse in Fairfield County, Ohio. © 2014 Sean Denney
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