Wednesday, 22 November 2017

Murky, I strolled through the smoggy park speculating the statue. I was the ghastly keeper of the malignant spirit, the statue once fatal to all life form. This character was exterminated by a vigorous sorcerer in the 1800's and faithfully it will never appear again. Whirling around I felt a bloodcurdling touch on my left shoulder. To my surprise standing before me was the hair raising demon in a grimy black cloak. It's scummy grin dripping ooze from the bottom of his crumply face. I was paralyzed, the only thing I could think of doing was to sprint, and thats what I did.
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  1. HillcrestBlog329 November 2017 at 09:34

    Hello Barcalusa,
    This is an interesting story. You have used a great deal of interesting vocabulary which helps paint a picture in your reader's mind. Something that is a problem with your Thesaurus use is that you have used some words incorrectly. For example, you speculate about something, and it is generally a bloodcurdling scream, not touch.
    Keep on writing and improving.
    Sincerely,
    Mrs. Van

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