04 décembre 2017

Creative writing. Dedicated to Jessica Brown

As I carefully slid open the ice dungeon door, I realised the place had no roof. I felt the cold wet rain trickle down my neck. I was just about to leave when I bumped into something wet. It felt a bit like a scruffy soggy blanket. As I bent down to examine the object, I could hear the scraping of claws on the cold stone floor.  Quickly I stood up astonished to see the creature grow, tingiling head to toe. Pulling my arms around my face, I waited and waited bracing for pain to arrive, but nothing happened. Forcing down my... [Lire la suite]
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