Todays prompt was "Towel". Check out @mariannewest who creates daily freewrites cheers!
The stench of mildew permeates the air, the dank cellar announcing it's presence below the house. The cellar that was once used many years ago, now collecting mold and containing old ancient memories. Piles of used towels lying in the cluttered corner. Cans crowding the cellars floor, reminding those that ever enter the time spent in the confines of the sub-level prison. Under the towels a tiny skeleton can be seen, bones missing from the rodents whom have decided to make their home inside the cellar. Towels covered in feces and urine a sign to many births that have occurred in this mound of warmth. The distant sound of trickling water is heard, light pierces through the caved-in ceiling revealing what is left of the house. Burnt walls standing tall, rooms that were once filled with warmth and life now devoid of anything. The world which was once bustling with life now filled with dust and disfigured pieces of iron that were formerly known as cars. Civilisation that was once built by man and developed through millennia, destroyed in a matter of moments. The greed of governments could not be contained by the lives of the innocent, the last thing people felt was the searing pain as their skin melted
I tried for the five minute mark, but was constantly interrupted by an old grump of a dog and a overly excitable pup that can't seem to get along and had to keep them separated.