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 Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2007 5:16 pm
This was a spur of the moment thing to be honest. Anyway, I'll start now.
The pale moon was barely visible as she cautiously crept to her fate. She looked left and right, hardly daring to breathe. She knew she wasn't alone, she knew it in her heart. A small bead of perspiration fell from her forehead, towards her crimson lips. The night was warm, yet she felt frozen. She grasped her shawl firmly against her frail body, willing herself to travel further. No one knew her name, no one knew where she came from. She was a traveller. She would rest in the day, and travel when the stars reappeared in the coal coloured sky. She did not know where she was headed, her only instinct was to keep going.
Okay, I'm done. I've been dying to write a story for ages. We're revising for exams at school, so no hope there. sweatdrop Any constructive criticism is appreciated. :3
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Posted: Sun Jul 13, 2008 10:12 am
You've got skills. You use words that are out of the ordinary to evoke new ways of seeing things. Kudos.
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