Creative Writing:The Assassin
In the eerie stillness she lay in wait. A one hundred- year old oak tree concealed her shivering body. The crisp air was heavy with fog making it difficult for the moon to spread its light.
Because it was winter, the leafless trees cast long, spiky shadows on the mud-caked ground. Their fallen leaves, that were still visible, were soggy and trodden into the sludgy undergrowth.
Apart from the occasional car speeding towards the peak, the surrounding area was deserted. The faint murmurings of farm animals on the other side of the hill were carried through the stillness to the attentive ears of the hidden killer.
In the eerie stillness she lay in wait. A one hundred- year old oak tree concealed her shivering body. The crisp air was heavy with fog making it difficult for the moon to spread its light.
Because it was winter, the leafless trees cast long, spiky shadows on the mud-caked ground. Their fallen leaves, that were still visible, were soggy and trodden into the sludgy undergrowth.
Apart from the occasional car speeding towards the peak, the surrounding area was deserted. The faint murmurings of farm animals on the other side of the hill were carried through the stillness to the attentive ears of the hidden killer.