My Journey :: fictional narrative

It was young afternoon, when I just stepped into the folk. The silence had captured the room. I was tired. My bole felt wish dead, notwithstanding my mind was beyond that. A blue, blue frame caught my eyes. The tardily blue sank my thoughts deeper and deeper and made them flow a focusing as the waves pushed them more into the magic, no ending space. I was looking at the world itself, and seemed like it was stand at the palm of my hand. Some things seemed awkward while this world was rotating. much of mysteries surrounded my boat, as I was going further in this smart as a whip journey. Fishes along with other ocean creatures were curios to know where this boat was going to wager us all. I was curios too. My curiosity reached to the point, where few houses appeared and beautiful palms seemed to wave at me from far. I left the boat closer to the shore and I followed the way that the palms were. The houses were one into another, very close to each other. The streets were narro w and everything seemed empty and lifeless. The wickedness that surrounded the abode, made it become more mysterious than it was. As I was walking alone and looking at every corner of the place, I set out few old people. My thoughts went deeper than ever. My mind was telling me to continue my walk, but my body seemed frightened and frozen. But my curiosity to know that, how this beautiful place had only few people and that they were all old made my body to go on further. It was a very different place from others. I was thinking as I was going through this streets and looking at the houses, to knock in one of them, but my phone went off and my thoughts got stuck in that house. It was a big and very old house. It was my friend who called. I sow myself cutting the conversation with him to go rachis into the journey and get back my thoughts.I sat back at the same place I was, and the house appeared in front of me. I looked at the house, and its doors and windows and the whole house was trying to tell me something that I could not understand. In front of the house, was a beautiful girl. She was the first young person there.