Monday, November 21, 2011

Setting of a Story

I'm sitting on a hard wooden chair in the middle of the room. The room is dark with no light, empty and sad, no one here but me. A single window looks out into the woods, dark and foggy. A cold breeze comes from the cracked door and snow blows in. There's a smell of death upon me, there's a cloud of darkness coming over me.

1 comment:

  1. Hi Marissa!
    I really enjoyed the piece you wrote for a setting of a story. You are really creative and have a great imagination. I would look forward to reading stories from you in the future if you were to continue writing. Keep up the good work!