Oct 30, 4pm- My day so far has been quite exciting. Breakfast was lovely and after I finished I headed out onto the main streets to visit the shops. I was greeted by a few fellow Goths and Punks and families dressing up for Halloween- I felt so much more at home. The atmosphere was welcoming. Well, somewhat welcoming. I still received minor scorns and mild comments were still occasionally handed around. I passed and visited so many wonderful shops- shops for witches, shops for metal-heads, shops for video-game fanatics, shops for everyone! Yet I believe the whole Gothic atmosphere I was expecting was slightly worn away by the cheap, seaside feel of the place- at times it felt as though I was in Blackpool.
As I am writing this I sit in a quaint little café; besides the harbour. I cup my hot chocolate in my hands and peer out across the foggy horizon. I imagine the arrival of the Demeter, the ship that brought Dracula to England, and all the chaos he would bring. This evening I shall visit the wonderful ruins of the Abbey and then experience my first night of the Goth festival.
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Whitby
Short StoryA short fictional travelogue inspired by my time in Whitby. It discusses the Gothic side of Whitby including Whitby Goth Festival, and Whitby's links with Bram Stokers' Dracula. It tackles issues that people of Gothic and alternative subcultures end...
