Thursday, 24 September 2015

Narrative

It was a freezing cold day at the bottom of the mountain. There was a tower covered in snow, there were yellow clouds covering top of the tower. There was a tall tree with green moss standing beside me with vines dangling down in front of me there was a grey great tall tower with sharp tall bits, there also was a rocky road bridge and the side there were sharp bits that looked like knives.


The End
By Madeline

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