Swish! The wind blew softly through the dark haunted, frosty tree with a violet sunrise in the distance. There was crackling frost on the dark green meadow floor. I could feel the icy cold breeze brushing into my face. It felt like I was frozen.
I walked out on to the dark crunching dew with my bear feet. Through the misty fog I stared down o the haunted tree.
I looked up and saw the rustling branches in the high tree.
Shivers crept down my back. I knew something was wrong and I slowly crept backwards towards my house and sat down by the fire.
By Ivan
great wok Ivan? lots of disciption.
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