Sunday, 9 September 2018
Descriptive writing week 7
The light grasps through the towering trees desperate to infect the darker gloomier depths of the forest. Bad things lurk in the midst of the twisted roots that reach out like arms clinging on to anything they feel. Some would say it’s magical, others would say it will slowly kill those brave enough to enter. This forest is an ideal spot for ambushers. Everything looks the same, everything's the same. You will be lost in minutes. Some parts of the forest are inviting, golden light seeps through the leafs. However, the back should anyone go there will never come back alive.
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