Just my story, I wanted feedback on it so I posted it here, its not very long, just kinda a short paragraph thingy. Please no rude, discouraging, hater comments, thats just mean. :( And feel free to ask me to join like a group, I dun mind.. Enjoy! :D (Btw, it is supposed to keep you wondering, no asking for an ending. That just ruins it. :( )
My curly black hair blew in the wind, I fidgeted with the end of my sweater, swallowing hard. I stepped forward in the snow, making a crunching sound under my brown winter boots. I fixed my grey hat on my head, flattening my hair, but still knowing it would poof out again. I saw a light coming from inside the cave, I didn't want to know what it was, but I was in a snowstorm and any fire or people I could manage to see right now would be a help. I stepped on the brown stone, entering the cave, my footstep echoed, and I heard whispers. I stepped back into the snow, not sure if I should take the risk, I brushed the cold snow out of my hair, stepping back into the cave and walking slowly toward the light source, each step I took I felt I was going to be attacked, I was trying to be quiet, but I couldn't manage, my footsteps echoed throughout the cave. I could now hear the whispers more clearly, they sounded scared, but I couldn't make out each and every word. when I saw a glimpse of a group of people over a rock deep in the cave, I was knocked out by someone spearing me into the stone wall. I never thought I would be attacked by a professinal wrestling move. I lay uncouncious, dreaming about how, I might get out of this daze.
The end. |