Memorable Character
He stood by the corner of the streets, seldomgazing into the distance. His dark flaky hair, roughand odorous suggested the fact he hadn’t had the satisfaction of a bath. His emeraldmilitary jacket; oncetartan green now faded to light grey, covered the untucked, split, and sweat-stained shirt which lay buried underneath. Filled with filth, the old pair of jeans he wore wascut in his knees and reposed four inches above his broad-brush ankles, uncovering the putrefaction that was deep within him. The greyness of everything that surrounded him gave the impression that the lingering shroud of darkness had consumed the sunlight, which once shone upon him that soon warred its way below the horizon of animaginary forest. The stillness in his eyes reminded me of the frozen souls who stood inanimately to the waning glare of the sun casting shadows of the figures of the deceased in a world only he knew of.
A startlingly lissom, slender nose was above a distorted mouth with a smear of lines at the corners giving him the face of someone who smiled regularly, but his stiff jaw gave a portrait of a man who knew only one thing and that was failure. Looking deep into his eyes were two fiery balls with an intimidating nature. Hishair was like a grey ocean that swayed with the breeze of the wind. He had a mysterious aura about him, inflicting fear pheromones and perhaps even curiosity at first glance. He had vulgar eyes darker than the moon during an eclipse. My heart was beating furiously, feeling as if it was about to escape from my chest, panic fleeing through every nerve in my body at unaccountable speeds.My senses strain, every sense tenfold. Oblivious to his surroundings this man reminded me of a tramp due to his drunk, unclean and revolting nature. As I had a glimpse at his body, his skin was swelling in a mass of bones, which seemed to stick out in unusual places leaving my mind confused. As I walked towards this strange man, the smell he had was pungent, it reminded of decayed meat. Breathing heavily onto my face, his breath made me feel as if the night fell in a heavy, suffocating cloak, beginning to be soulless. The light for which I sacrifice myself flares once, and then dies.
Being an analytical person, I reversed the stares in his direction, looking him in the eyes, regardless of difficulty. Two worlds they were, worlds of anguish and sadness, orbiting around a shapeless face with no definite purpose in the universe, just there to substitute for debris from the more central parts of the galaxy. Unwanted, left floating around carelessly for millenniums until gravity finally finds a use for it. That is the impression I got of him. Perhaps an outcast in society, always manipulated by the will of others, never making sense of his own life. Or perhaps he is just a remnant from the aftermath of unemployment. But that’d be a little too generic wouldn’t it?
As thought stop flowing through my head, I finally started to work back slowly away from the man,his old frightening eyes werewatching my every move unsurprisingly and this made me scared, making me wonder if he’s a stalker. Even now I could still feel his cold breath as I stepped even farther away from him. Glancing back at the corner of the streets his decrepit wrinkled face began to express kindness and friendliness towards me, however I believed this was a false attempt to comfort me but all I could read was a plaincloaked face whichreeked of one thing and that was pain and anger. One thing though that did leave me contemplating was that something told me he held many secrets within him.Perhaps never to be discovered by myself or anyone. For a moment the man stood there dead silence and all I could hear was the intermittent creaks and moans of his stomach, like a volcano about to erupt. As I walked off I think to myself the many characters that roam this planet and I wasn’t about to forget this one anytime soon.