Sunday, July 26, 2009 @6:57 AM
bGood night fellow readers,
welcome and it is indeed a honour to read my
wonderful, creative and crapping post.
Once upon a time,
a bubbly girl with hazel eyes and milky skin,
named XXX was wondering in the verdent forest.
It was an inky night, with pitched-black sky.
No birds were chirping,
only the rustling of the leaves could be heard.
It was a creepy and silent night,
the forest ground is damp after the heavy rain
despite the continuos canopy.
XXX walked and walked slowly,
in fear that she will trip.
she held on to the scarred trees,
one by one, she walked further into the mysterious forest..
soon, she reached a small fusty gingerbread house,
out of her curiousity,
she opened the rattling door,
and there was a musty smell in the room.
Right in the middle, there is a
old book with lots of olive vines on it.
she walked a steo forward,
and suddenly,
suddenly, suddenly,
at the door, there was a croaking sound,
not from a frog, but something else
XXX stood rooted to the ground,
she felt shivers down her spine,
and could not even let out a blood curling scream,
not even a whisper.
she turned her headd slowly in clockwise diresction,
slowly and slowly,
she can hear the cracking footsteps coming closer and close
as if something is going to eat her up..
and then...
she woke up. lol
haha, i wrote this for fun i know some wrong cos tomorrow is
ENGLISH DESCRIPTIVE ESSAY.
goodluck,