The Punished

The Punished
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  • The orange dirt seems to go on for miles. Just like this road seemed to be going in one direction for miles with it never seems to come to an end until the joy of a sign. A sign which gave hope that the end was near and that the start of a new life was beginning. The sign read “Welcome to Edgecliff”. The long 8 hour journey from the city to this remote outback town was all over and felt like a dream. The car was tired but pushed on with a sudden rev as if it knew it was near the end too. Soon the mysterious looks of locals starred at the car knowing I was a new crawfish swimming in the water tank. As I turn the corner, the hopes and dreams of my new beginning were about to become true until it did not. From a distance, it looked as if the new house was only just beginning to be built. The sweat and grind of the workers was clear but what wasn’t was where my house was?
  • The project manager for the new house explained to myself that it was behind a day and would not be ready until tomorrow lunchtime and that I would have to spend a dark, lonely night at a hotel pondering whether running away from my problems was the right thing to do. However, the genius that I was soon spoke and realised that there was no hotel for miles and that the fuel would soon burn out mid-trip. The manager looking pale, almost petrified and in some ways sorry that the only proper place to stay the night is on top of the hill where this enormous shape dwarfed over the small town of Eastcliff. To get looked to be a challenge itself with the only way a small road, even too small to be called that, more like a walking path that winded back and forth forever to reach the top of the steep hill. The path also seemed just as quiet as the castle itself with almost no human presence or activity from a distance, any stranger would believe its abandonned and ignore it.
  • The car slowly ground to a halt at the bottom of the hill with the only way left being up. The short, windy path was long, painful and never-ending. As you grew closer to the top, you felt as if you were crawling up the hill. Some of the locals called it ‘Heartbreak Hill’ as it normally broke your heart before reaching your goal, the top. The dirt soon stopped whistling in the wind as the path began to straighten out once again onto a flat surface. Soon the perspective of the castle was in full swing.
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