Sunday, 5 August 2018
100WC W2 T3
It had been raining all morning by the time I got out on the farm to check on the sheep. Poor buggers I thought pulling the gate and leading them to a field a few paddocks over. As the sun peaked below the hills a cold chill ran down my spine as the sheep pulled there heads up from munching grass. There was a sense of bone rattling eeriness. The trees swayed making the ever so slightly. There was something , someone watching me and the flock of sheep. The night grew grim slowly transferring into somber lighting. Then all of a sudden...
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Lochie Mouat
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I really like the way you ended it in a cliffhanger, it makes want to read more. And I like the descriptive words.
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