In the depths of a stormy night, darkness inprisons all movement, all sound. The monotonous slap of water against wooden sailing boats is drowned by the sheer power of this dynamic beast. It's unconquerable presence overpowers the moonlit scene, casting silloueted shadows in every crannie, crevice and corner. Lifeless, the scene never changes. The occasional ripple of tarred, stagnant water, awirl with green froth, can be seen and the echoed hoot of a hollow-eyed owl is haunts over the whispering wind. Dilapidated building stand tall and stationed, conveying soldiers keeping watch of any unsuspecting victim. Ancient trees, skeletal sculptures of the past, bow to the elements at a forty-five degree angle, painstakingly close to the ground. The unforseen lurks menacingly in places never seen by a human eye, ready to rip... tear... kill...1
A footstep cracks testily on the ground. The silence snaps.
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Something I wrote a bit ago. Can't really remember when but I found it on my computer last night
Tell me what you think...
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good
This is very good...why don't you continue it?..it would be great and i bet many would read it.
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