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It was a fun place, though it now stands in ruins. The old run down ticket booths and the the main tent in tatters. I used to work at this old circus. The red and yellow stripes on the tents being as familiar to me as it was twenty years ago.
Then there was the haunted house. I could remember every nook and cranny where myself and my friends would hide to scare unsuspecting guests. The building was even more haunting now then it was back then. Time could do that to anything. The already black walls with the now chipped paint, the windows broken, the steps now non-existent. Ivy was even crawling all over front and sides of the victorian style haunted house.
The inside wasn't much better. The floor creaked more than I remember and going upstairs was a medical disaster waiting to happen. The dust was so thick now that I left footprints on the floor. The air tasted stale. The mirros were cracked. The traps that were set were now easily visible behind the thick curtains and upholstry.
It wouldn't be surprising if the whole thing collapsed right now. It was painful to see it like this. As though all those happy memories never even happened. I never would have thought it possible. Yet here it is. Abandoned like the original story behind it.
This state of decay saddened me, but I didn't cry. I merely thought of the many things that happened here. My husband, who was the magician here, even proposed to me in the haunted house. Coming to the place we met on the day he died was what caused the tears. I left deciding to never return and remember it for how it once was. Creepy, but beautiful.

I walked through my new-to-be boarding school with Professor Claudia, towards the mansion that screamed ‘Victorian style’. The large meadow that fronted the school, had the beautiful crystal fountain consisting of the most colourful fish I’ve seen in the sparkling water. The grass grew less natural and greenly as we carried on walking towards the left of the massive building. We reached the side of the building after a few minutes’ walk and turned. There I gasped. Behind the front building was another huge red bricked and black building parallel to the school. Both were three stories tall. What made me like the school was all of the buildings had a weirdly high roof that pointed up and then flattened off at the top. It made me think of fairytale castles. The windows were all see through and sparkled making the lively light dance up and down the rooms, giving the entire structure an alive and welcoming look. Two round tower houses were attached to the end of the main building, furthering the illusion this place was more of a castle then a regular boarding school. Those two towers had labels on them, ‘Drama’,  and ‘Arts’ on the other.
The sidewalk ringed with benches with rose bushes and a neat lawn. Across from the main building was a small building that didn’t quite belong to the scenery of the whole school. In front of it was a big field with markers and had a fence around it. I could make out the outer perimeter of the school, which was an enormous stone wall that surrounded the entire school. Probably so no-one can escape. I was still looking towards the small building that looked misfit and realised it was the P.E department. I grinned. What a look. What a look indeed.

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Ellie stands at the base of the thin and broken steps. Her trembling eyes slowly climb the overgrown stairs through the drifts of wild ivy to the bone bleached structure atop the hill. The forest behind this disused shelter plays as a wicked backdrop, a witch's scraggly hair, reaching, clutching in all directions but aiming only at Ellie's rapidly beating chest.

"I can do this," The little girl's words encourage as she takes in the dilapidated structure. A small pile of her newspapers peak through the wild vines near the doorstep and, though she tries to convince herself that no one is home, the rusty porch light's shine says otherwise as it casts its dingy glow onto the blistered paint and the withered green trim.

The young girl breathes in deep, trying to suck in courage despite the threats coming from the pair of windows above the split level garage door. Each of the portals by themselves were enough to send a chill down the paper girl's spine but the trio working in some gangster unison create the illusion of an angry skull peering deep into the child, seeking every vulnerability she may be hiding. To compound the fears, the wild Ivy spreads from the walkway leading upward, down the carport walls and coats the long neglected driveway, giving the enormous skull a full and terrible beard of foliage. A beard eager to consume unsuspecting children and small animals, evidence of which lie stripped clean at the edge of the sanctity of the sidewalk.

The chill winter wind picks up, knocking loose a brick from the remnants of a once proud chimney. The gust also presses dead branches into the walking path up the crumbling steps in hopes of abducting the girl and she decides hastily, "I'll collect next time."

Born Americans
displaying ourselves or others in a no-win situation.

Ever wonder and reflect on all the past and present moments? The twists and turns, we have faced as mankind. From days of inception we all have a unique trait or gene that the human patterns and structures making all of us unique and one of a kind. Given in our structure codes suggest if we become man or women, white or black, blonde or blue eyed. Different but indifferent. Over time we acknowledged what was seen, placed judgment and ran with it like a stolen item at a convenience  store. And with that said I’m sure plenty are quick to place blame or judgment on what would suggest all wrong be carried out on a black or Hispanic being.

  Recognized are qualities and traits one person posses and obtains a labeled identity which pertain to heritage and origin which classifies and identifies our type of species. We’re all one in the same and resemblance is at its strongest so I strongly disbelieve in the word alone species. Upbringings and different political and religious point of views dictates where each class of heritage follow path on which ways and standards to live by. No set rules or guidelines are placed before man to seek and live life a certain way. We been given right and fought the freedom to choose our own righteous path. Never a right way or wrong way. Suggesting we all live happily and respectfully alongside one another.

Past and current events over time to date have caused major traumatization upon us and created evil and misguided or mis-represented on what once was a belief, Moral or value. All has been forgotten, Rewritten or diverted from laid foundations instilled in us from generations past. The total outcome has reaped and stole our identities, dignity and all believable rights we once fought and strived to obtain. Power struggle seems like the hot topic and priority on a daily current event. Drug cartel, u.s congressional statesmen or the kids that seek supremecy at our local highschools. It’s self-taught!  A self-seen action that’s taken the entire world by surprise. Generations past had ideas of how to live and guide the next, but as time moved forward and power came to light. We as mankind accepted and relished the opportunity to place it as a value upon our foundation and referenced it of what’s to be. Rise or die, win or lose, seek and destroy. New belief was now instilled and has set people apart from giving credence to what was only thing ever known. The weak are destined for failure and the strong are now defined to survive.

As the times turn and beliefs are placed, Religion has grounded its own animal as super power and taken part of a life changing role. Society sometimes places a value on our upbringing and profiling is almost a given. These social issues and beliefs that once brought together a world, quickly adjusted as to say “A flickered switch has shown a light to be on”. Aware, defensive and powerful we America acted on creating war upon war. Fighting for the resources life has provided us all. Set aside all thoughts of us finding freedom, and creating a constitution. Still we fight for all the wrong reasons that define America. How the world turns, and so do we.in a god given event all will be hashed out and we shall all face a trial and defend our thoughts of self-placement. Living in today’s world we become greedy and ignore the ones that have fallen. Not to label them weak. Regardless, society and most of mankind feel helpless and lifeless. Never to cry wolf and ignore sought out treatment, we ignore what’s real and live in a portrayed life style ran by another’s thoughts, and opinion, dignity is then used as the main property and reason. Should we say us as a Species lost ourselves in all that seems luxurious, accepted or fell deep in the vanity and materialistic items being promoted? Ashamed dare we say? Never! One will say because then the idea of hard work and education exempt’s all wrongful actions as a well and explained solution.

 Degrading one another, brothers and sisters who have all genetic DNA, cell and muscle structure are now being categorized by ones simple color and beliefs? Never an intention or phosphatized method I’m sure character or judgment has suggested his or hers quality of living. All these examples of what the world we live in today displays can put a person on a brightened stage, displaying ourselves or others in a no-win situation. The ill effect on a person creates radical immoral thoughts and ideas to its mind frame.Showing no ability to take steps forward during these detours. Life has now shown what’s to be presented and evolved into. Why drown ourselves further down into waste land. Let’s just all reform and redo... Who fears who? We as whole, we as one. Day after day we can still say "we Rise."

There, before me, nestled among the pines, was the aged, gray cabin. The logs stood tight against time and the railed porch, stretching from one oblong window, past the rough Hobbit size front door, to the second oblong window, appeared welcoming.

I stepped on the first plank holding tight to the handrail and felt it moan under my weight, like the moan of a lover left too long alone, and so I proceeded up its five friends without trepidation. Each of my footfalls brought increased moaning and a couple of creaks, and once I found myself standing on the porch I felt myself on even firmer ground. The windows had no curtains and were streaked with wind blown dirt. Like eyes they looked at me, beckoned me, to come inside and take up the task of cleaning so they might see the wondrous natural beauty that was once their joy.

The small, rough hewn door offered no resistance to my entry-nary a creak as if the hinges had been well oiled by the invisible hand of time.

In the center of this one room abode stood an Oak table upon a wide beam Oak floor. The six scrolled Oak chairs were spaced evenly around it, and behind stood a grand brick chimney with a blackened spit for holding cast iron pots above the flame and above that three great ovens. I thought I could smell the bread baking, the stew melding its flavors, and feel the warmth of the fire as it had once crackled below.

Looking past the grand chimney I saw a simple bed made of  pine, just the perfect size for lovers. Beside the bed along the beamed wall stood a pine dresser on trundle legs.
Yes, I thought, I belong here and I set about cleaning.

I accepted the invitation for a second entry. This time a completely different attempt at describing a building. And this one is real. It actually exists and at looks like a blob.
Let's see if you can see it too. :-)

I wrote an entry, but it was seventy-eight words too many xD
Excited to see who wins, though. There some tough competition in here, and some really nice descriptions, too.

It's open to the wind, all bare concrete in a nowhere place on the edge of some dismal, gray town. The wind howls through the vacant halls and plays chimes with the broken glass still fitted into windows fixtures.
Eight stories high and collapsing into the dirt, the scent of people long gone, the infrastructure torn out, " Like gutting a fish," one foreman had said, wielding a crowbar like a mad surgeon. The mortar and brick was half gone in some places, wires hung out like broken capillaries, a metal beam here and there seem like broken bones.
It's cold, foreign. Forgotten, a skeleton on a long lost battle field of human engineering and progress. A causality of constant innovation and relentless societal improvement.
It's cold and gray, gently touching the clouds above it.
Eight stories high and falling all to pieces in some crawlingly slow train wreck,
concrete decay.

Haha, I think we can all agree that this is a pretty tough contest. It's really not easy to write a good description which actually keeps you hooked to the story.
Thanks competition team, we've got a real challenge here :-)

Wow, I didn't even notice that until you said something!! good catch:)

The link to this contest on the home page says "conest" instead of "contest" :)

Can we do more than one??? I really like this challenge to just describe buildings:)