As I creep slowly across the decaying cobble stone path. I feel a slight breeze making me shiver while a warm fire lit up the area. As I walk along the cracked cobble stone it feels like its creeping through my soul. Old places looking like they were about to crumble with one touch. I see leaves falling turning brown as they hit the ground. I hear and imagine people chatting but I realise I am so alone. There is a stench of fish bones rotting away flies buzzing around the rotten fruit. What should I do now ?
Confused I watch in despair as the sun sets in the distance behind me. No surroundings all i hear is the tweeting of birds and owls hooting . As the skies turn black., i wish for time to pass and just to go on by.
No SHELTER NO WHERE TO GO. I FEEL A SHIVER GO UP MY SPINE, ALL I WAS IN IS A RIPPED T SHIRT AND SKIMPY OLD SHORTS. HELP ME I SO ALONE AND NOT SURE WHAT TO DO.
I really like how you used a lot of describing phrases like ' As I creep slowly across the decaying cobble stone path'
ReplyDeleteI like how you made the read feel what the character was feeling.e.g No SHELTER NO WHERE TO GO. I FEEL A SHIVER GO UP MY SPINE, ALL I WAS IN IS A RIPPED T SHIRT AND SKIMPY OLD SHORTS. HELP ME I SO ALONE AND NOT SURE WHAT TO DO.
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