Tuesday, 7 July 2015

The woods ( imagery, narrative writing)

The pavement lay before her, dark and gloomy.The line of trees by the street rustled lightly.A cold breeze blew against her cheeks, tugging ever so slightly on her hair.The forest across the street grew darker and the gloomy sky loomed before her.Slight whispers and strange noises escaped from the thick and dense vegetation.
She was comforted by the thought of reaching home safely and quickly. Picking up her pace, convinced that she would reach home earlier, she was interrupted abruptly by a sharp ear piercing noise travelled from the woods and reverberated through the evening air. A flock of birds flew out of the forest, traumatised. She whipped her head around and there a strange glow was emitted from the heart of the forest. The shadows formed by the glow danced wildly around the thick willows. She was terrified, yet mesmerised by this odd occurrence. Suddenly, from the corner of her eyes, a shadow darted into the forest, followed by the rustling of the leaves.She stood rooted to the spot, a bead of perspiration dripping down her cheeks. And in the spur of the moment she ran, as fast as her legs could carry her. The air surrounding her started getting chillier but she continued running, completely oblivious to the dropping temperatures.
When she finally reached home, she could barely breathe, the cold iron gates of the house suddenly seemed inviting,she quickly entered the gates, fearful that anything that was in the forest had followed her home. She then collapsed into the couch and fell into a deep slumber

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