just a little something I've been working on!

CHAPTER ONE: WILLOW
She trudged through the deep sea of snow. A deafening silence was all that was to be heard in the white forest. The branches hung low under the weight of the family of snowflakes. She took an unexpected tumble on a branch disguised by the seemingly everlasting blanket of snow. She burst through a gathering of trees. She had come to a clearing! As she observed the scene around her, she saw a crisp, white covering, transforming the landscape, turning it to a magical land full of undiscovered mysteries and wonder.

 Though beautiful the snow was, it was cold and harsh. It gnawed at the girl’s toes, working alongside the wind to chill her bones. The icy wind kissed her cheeks, turning her face a rosy shade. The white would soon turn to black, when the nightfall came. It was too dangerous to keep going. She had to stop here, she could go no further.

The uneven carpet of snow stretched out as far as Willow’s almond shaped eyes could see. A bump here, a lump there, but it was never ending.  Just like a barren wasteland, that snow had fallen upon to add elegance, formosity and lustre.

But what good would stopping to admire these picturesque surroundings do? Her time was running out. Soon the numbness from her ankles would spread up slowly though her calves, eventually consuming her till all sense of touch had fled her body entirely. She had nowhere to go.

Realising the austerity of her situation, Willow decided she would go back to the last of the trees she had seen, where she could set up camp. She would have to be speedy though, for the blizzard was once again starting up…

there will be more ..
soon
hahaa

im just that cool... hahaa

Okay, so my mum was going to the airport to drop off a friend. She said she would be back soon. No bother, I'll just sit and listen to my music.

A few minutes after she had left, there was a rap at the door. I didn't want to answer it. What if it was more trick or treaters? So I just sat there.
Over the course of the next few minutes the rapping at the door had gotten more frequent and i was getting impatient.Tthe volume on my computer had been turned up full and i decided to go and put my head phones in. The knocking was getting violent now, like the anger from the pounding fists at my front door was reverberating through the entire house.
It wasnt as if i could pretend I wasnt there. The blinds were wide open, I could feel the mans eyes boring into my back, willing me to turn round.
 So I do.
 He stands there, head held high, back straight. about twenty three, I would say. He certainly looks rough, though. Yellowed skin, sunken eyes, greasy hair...
  Fear rises in the pit of my stomach, bubbling up from my lower abdomen, like a snake sliding up through my intestines, small and large.
  I obviously know he isnt here to trick or treat. I simply get up like I didnt see him and I walk upstairs at a slow pace. Lucky i grabbed my phone on the way out. I try mum.
  Great, her phone starts in the kitchen. She's left her phone here.Ii sit in my locked bathroom and try to calm myself.
  Nan! I'll phone Nan!
  Grandads coming down. I heard banging from downstairs so they've obviously broken in.



Turns out the banging was fireworks. The postman was coming to deliver a very important letter. Funny how the mind plays trck on Halloween, isn't it?



This actually happened to me a few hours ago.