Night Walk by Isabella
Staring hard at the bush, I shivered. I knew I hated the dark, and the hated me too. Dreading the thoughts of being lost, I advanced towards the stone track. Darkness.
Cringing, I entered the bush. I could feel it eating me up. Piece by piece. It had swallowed me. Mocking me, the darkness cackled at me, making me provoked.
Plodding along the shambolic track, we journey further into the darkness. Sniggering, demons of the forest pulverised me. Surrounding me, they play puerile pranks and start obnoxious noises. I hated the dark.
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