There’s a quiet little alcove by the shore, hidden by the trees, where the water laps the soft white sand. Very few people in the town know about it, but those who do are not even aware that the others know. They all go there when they need a moment of peace, especially on starry nights to reflect on their lives.
A grassy meadow, smaller in proportion and very close to Makeout Meadow, where wildflowers grow freely and there’s very little trace of human interaction with the wild landscape. The slope of the hill is not too steep, and patches of soft, green grass spreads like a lazy yawn over the area.
A dock that has many white sailboats gleaming in the sunlight waits in lonely silence, with only the gull’s cries. The boats rock back and forth, as if eagerly awaiting the chance to go with their owners out to the seven seas to brave any (mild) weather that might be out there.
A small shop run by an elderly couple sells little knick-knacks carved from the wood of a native tree to the peninsula/island. The sweet smell of wood permeates the shop, mixed with the sharp tones of acrylic paint. The two are still just as in love as they were on their wedding day, and work companionably to bring art and joy to the community around them.
A giant tree towers near the town square. About seven adult men could hold hands and barely wrap their collective arms around this massive and ancient oak. The branches stretch out, old and gnarled, providing a great umbrella of shade to the townspeople. There was some mysterious aura around the tree that had a calming and soothing effect – many distressed people would come frequent the tree for calm and comfort. It was a great center of this little town that really allowed people to gravitate toward and feel unified with.
Potential names:
Wisteria
Hysteria
Mysteria
(OKAY I’M DONE)
Personally, I’m pretty good with Vodkaville.
as you probably already know, i am in love with the small alcove area. :)
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