Ghost Town

It was a cold winter morning. A lonely tree stood in a paddock blowing and whistling in the wind. It was a horrid pitch black tree, which had lost all of it leaves. All that was left was branches falling off, from the top to the bottom.

It was like a ghost town because it was completely silent. Not even one noise could be heard, not even a bird was making a noise. The background was full of fog it felt extremely cold. The grass was a dark apple green.

I stood beneath the towering tree. I was extremely scared that I could not even take a single breath. I was shaking like someone had pushed me in a very cold lake. I turned quickly and ran into my house, rushed into my room and reached for my teddy. I cuddled it until the mist and scary day was completely over.

Emily