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The pouring rain, The howling wind, The weather's angry call. The cackling trees, The groaning spines, The tallest trunk could fall. The angry moans, The wildest screams, The window seems so frail.
Chapter 1 : I walked slowly into the forests. It was dark, scary, and foggy. I walked on and slowed down because the forests are forbidden. I walked on and smelled something burning.
A swirling black mist covers the moors. Seeping and weeping inside of the doors. Small cosy dwellings, so welcome and warm. Discourage the ghosts that outside do swarm.
Icy, ivory tentacles of mist swirl and curl around the obsidian grass. Cracked stones soars out the bitter, inky earth. A onyx black cloak slithers across the hostile ground.
This is a place where everything's evil. Here the wicked stepmothers have there scary schemes. On on side it's bright this side it's dark. The clouds cover the sun. Is there even a sun. No.
Afterward there shall be silence or at least stillness. Dust will blow down Greek Street, the uncollected bins overflowing.
It was a cold, black and stormy night when I stumbled drunkenly out of the pub. I couldn't see or concentrate and so when a cab came zooming towards me I was relived. But it zoomed straight past me.