9th October 2006 A dark, scary old castle... HW
Amy Hedderman
With the demise of a city, far far away, deep into unseen land, were overgrown trees, rock back and forth and blow vigorously in the gigantic gush's of vicious wind. The big heavy trees overshadowing, thick gloupy swamps and overgrown deadly shrubs. The sight is bleak where daylight is unheard of, full of moist air covering the dead surroundings.
The roar of thunder creeping in from a distance spooks the flock of cawing crows. Over a high demolished old trench, stood a tall shabby castle, overgrown with climbing ivy in every crack and crevice. A brick laid structure, brittle, crusted cement falling piece by piece leaving gaping holes, which attemptable are covered with patched of odd, jagged scrap wood, hammered in, with long bent, rusted nails. Smashed windows and doors blow continuously, in the gustily wind, banging one after the other, against the ancient castle. A creaking wooden gate, hanging off by a rusty hinge, lead the way, up to the haunted castle forbidden to entry. Wet smelly rats scattering around your feet, scavenging on the rotting garbage, in festering heaps around the eerie castle.
Amy Hedderman
With the demise of a city, far far away, deep into unseen land, were overgrown trees, rock back and forth and blow vigorously in the gigantic gush's of vicious wind. The big heavy trees overshadowing, thick gloupy swamps and overgrown deadly shrubs. The sight is bleak where daylight is unheard of, full of moist air covering the dead surroundings.
The roar of thunder creeping in from a distance spooks the flock of cawing crows. Over a high demolished old trench, stood a tall shabby castle, overgrown with climbing ivy in every crack and crevice. A brick laid structure, brittle, crusted cement falling piece by piece leaving gaping holes, which attemptable are covered with patched of odd, jagged scrap wood, hammered in, with long bent, rusted nails. Smashed windows and doors blow continuously, in the gustily wind, banging one after the other, against the ancient castle. A creaking wooden gate, hanging off by a rusty hinge, lead the way, up to the haunted castle forbidden to entry. Wet smelly rats scattering around your feet, scavenging on the rotting garbage, in festering heaps around the eerie castle.
