The trees leaves fall as gently as a feather. The feeling of emptiness was here. The slightly worn path welcomes me to a new gateway of terror. I tiptoe on to find a dark hole willing to kill anything which walks into it. The shadows haunt me as if I am in a haunted house. I feel disgusted as the slimy worms try to squiggle on to me and I wipe them off with no mercy. I vomit. The only sound I can hear now is the humming of the birds above me. Even though the sound of the birds is peaceful it doesn't make me feel happy and safe at all.
I try to find other people but there was no chance I would find anyone. The slippery pathway starts to form ice as it gets to a cold evening. The rush of adrenaline makes me howl like a wolf. Suddenly I hear a silent whisper far far away. I creep up hiding in the golden tree. Another gust of wind approaches and almost sends me flying away from my hiding spot. Eventually get knocked over and blown out of cover. I lie in shock and I wait for my faith to be chosen.
this is really good i like how you used 'The trees leaves fall as gently as a feather' it makes a really good descriptive sentence.
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