Ok, so this is my attempt at a scene setter for a gothic story, hope you like it! If you do please tell me and I might write a full gothic story!
My footsteps softly rustled on the damp, moulding leaves, but to me, it was the sound of death; death so cold it pierced the very centre of my hard, grey, stony heart. The coldest wind in all the nights I have lived in death, blew upon my pale lifeless face. The silver moonlight, emerging from the darkest cloud, seemed to suck the very life out of this earth that I have wandered upon, lonely for all time. And I, Vincent van goth, slipped, into the tempest of souls...
Hope you like!
P.S. I couldn't resist chucking a bit of humor in there at the end, that's just me!
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