Haseeb Ali
Autobiography
The night was dark and black, the full moon was out but even its light was swallowed by the darkness and the stars fainted away. It was dead silent and the air was damp and smelled of the dead leaves and cold earth. I guess all forests smelt like this. The trees towered over everything, blocking the sky making me feel isolated from the world almost like I was locked away. You would expect there to be animals rustling about but there weren’t. The place felt as if nature itself had left this place to die and yet it still stands threatening anyone that enters. This place was not exactly a normal forest it felt as if it encouraged death to be among itself. What lies within nobody knows but I would say evil, the source of pure evil.
