Wednesday, February 26, 2014

The Black Shape Part 2

I tore my eyes of the trees and opened the black entrance. You had to cross it to get to the chapel's door. As I stepped in, I heard the leaves crunch beneath my feet. The moon reflected off the smooth cool gravestones. The wind howled like ghosts on Halloween night. The twisting trees swayed back and forth, with the leaves sounded like claws scraping a chalkboard. I saw the black shape again zipping through the forest. I quickly looked away and picked up my pace.

3 comments:

  1. What's the black shape reveal the black shape secret:-) Great mystery&Great writing:-) Reagan

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  2. I love the imagery in this piece You did a wonderful job of painting a picture of what was going on in this scene :) Mrs.Goins

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  3. too short, but love the descriptions, and how you chose the words- Celina

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