Even in the quieter areas of the city, there’s always noise.
Dressed in a white tank top, crinkly red swim shorts, and a pair of flimsy green flip flops, he adopted a nonchalant stroll and headed down the street, pausing as he reached the corner.
The midday sun scorched the tarmac and beamed down on the buildings that bordered either side of the wide street.
He took another step and felt a twig snap under his boot, a startled squirrel scampered away, ruffling the bushes he was walking past.
Slumped against a wall and stinking of booze, the man paused for a moment before plunging his hand into his pocket and dragging out his phone to call a cab.
The sound of the jungle is intense. Cicadas, exotic birds, treetop primates and a myriad of other species joining together in chorus, each animal call part of an uncontested soundscape that blankets the dense green foliage from each to every corner.
The mid-morning sun illuminated the dust particles floating gently in front of the open window.
The metal body of the plane shook as it hurtled down the runway, and a deafening rumble drowned out all other noise, he felt the pressure on his torso as the speed pushed him back into his seat.
Darting to the left down an alleyway, her heart skipped a beat as an uneven paving stone almost tripped her, but she managed to maintain her balance and regain focus as she headed for the busy street ahead.
Descending even further, the divers recalled how long ago it was since they’d seen the comforting bright sky.
The Techmaridians were righteous beings, but before the mutation they lived their lives like hordes of others.
The night was in full swing; limbs moving and arms flailing wildly beneath the flashing lights.
The cars headlights shone forward, creating a glowing path for the vehicle to follow. Tranquil darkness blanketed the bland scenery that surrounded the path, an antithesis of the frenetic thoughts going through the driver's head.