Friday, March 28, 2014

My Creative Writing

Finally, it happened.
The glazier falls and creates frozen bombs out of the black ice.
Crystal misiles blow open the gates.
We're trapped.
A gleaming cavern shimmers above us.
A humungous bolder destroys are cottage.
Now there's no going back.
If only father let me be skald I could of stopped this, but no, he didn't let me save our lives.
Our berserkers get buried by the upcoming avalanche.
That definitly decreases our chance of survival.

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