…Slowly the sky
got darker… black clouds swarmed over the vast emptyness of the single solitary
peak. The beast had torn up a clear path through the slate and stone. He was
looking for the king who had been kidnapped last night. He was following a
trail of black blood the king had obviously fought back but can’t have succeded
for later on red blood covered the black stone all hope was lost it was over.
wow that is a very powerful piece of writing
ReplyDeletewell done oscar!! I love your compelling and thrilling descriptions. They really put a powerful and detailed image in my mind. I'm impressed by your vast range of dazzling vocabulary and you are an overall talented writer. by William.
ReplyDeleteOscar, do you, in your head and your heart, have definitive proof that the King is indeed dead? I feel that you might climb another peak and see him sheltering below in a state of shock and injury.
ReplyDeleteYou must feel a wonderful sense of approval from William's comment.
Mrs C
I like how you ended the story it was quite sudden and unexpected.
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