I gingerly meandered up to the half cracked drawbridge as the rusty portcullis rose timidly. The watery moat is misty but I can just make out the outline of the murky swamp creatures. Night suddenly falls as I stare up to the find the lonely, medieval, huge turrets gloom over the isolated land. A shadowy figure gravitates towards the cracked and foggy window and stares back at me...
by Lotta
Wow Lotta I loved your writing about the ancient castle. Your descriptions were so vivid. I would love you to finish this, I would like to know who the shadowy figure is.
ReplyDeleteSandie
Hi Lotta,
ReplyDeleteI love the way you gave the castle feeling
I was soooo cool and kinda creepy
Liv