Creative Writing Carnival

All was silent. The occasional ruffle of a tarp being disrupted by the wind rang in my ears. The wind, in its own cursed manner, resembled the charming whistles that used to play at the fairground. The previously illuminated fair had now been veiled, a sort of cruel reminiscence. Unfortunate. A spotlight of darkness sat solely on the carousel. A chaotic crown of sorts, all broken and dismembered but still eerily beautiful. The once luminous, regal blues, maroons, and ochre yellows of the carousel were now almost entirely washed-out, showing no opportunity for innocent child's play. Twisted vines and branches had crept from underneath the ground, spilling through the concrete, and encasing the base of the carousel, holding it down close to the ground. Mirrors were shattered. Baseboards were crooked. Tarps were crumpled. Nothing was as it was.

Strength - Variation of sentence structures (some complex, some short)
Weakness - Didn't add much detail from the picture, could've incorporated the 5 senses more