OK... If you can be bothered to read this or just answer the pergunta it would help!
OK... I wrote this in ano 5 or ano 4 or whatever and ages atrás I randomly typed it up on my computer. I'm now wondering whether to get rid of it as let's face it it's kinda rubbish! But I wondered if I should keep it as it's part of my life's history...
*ahem*
The house stood there, lonely and deserted. Lesley gasped from far away it had looked accompanied and he could have sworn smoke had eagerly leapt out of the chimney.
He had also heard the sound that so often one associates with a house in which many happy people are among the residents, the sound of laughter. Yet as he approached he came to terms with the fact that really there was no smoke, no merry sounds from within and most of all no one.
Now the windows were smashed and the odd brick lay scattered here and there across the forest floor. What used once to be a tenderly loved garden was now a haven for weeds and nettles. The flores had long since been defeated in a slow but none the less epic battle against the weeds, with the result of the weeds reining supreme leaving the flores to bitterly accept the fact they were beaten and slowly decline their population. He stepped over the door, which had fallen of its hinges long atrás and had been left uncaringly to rot. The place where the door had once stood now was covered with a thick layer of cobwebs, which Lesley parted carefully with his hands.
As he stepped over the threshold he was overwhelmed with the sense of mystery as he wondered what could have happened to the family that had lived here so gaily many
a ano ago. As he was having these emotions the only thing his eyes could do was mindlessly stare as his coração literally leapt out of his chest. As he guessed the inside of the building was as depressing as the outside, the hallway which once had probably been a respectable place now was sad too lay your eyes upon. The walls were covered with paintings on which upon were many scratches and each were caked in dust.
OK... I wrote this in ano 5 or ano 4 or whatever and ages atrás I randomly typed it up on my computer. I'm now wondering whether to get rid of it as let's face it it's kinda rubbish! But I wondered if I should keep it as it's part of my life's history...
*ahem*
The house stood there, lonely and deserted. Lesley gasped from far away it had looked accompanied and he could have sworn smoke had eagerly leapt out of the chimney.
He had also heard the sound that so often one associates with a house in which many happy people are among the residents, the sound of laughter. Yet as he approached he came to terms with the fact that really there was no smoke, no merry sounds from within and most of all no one.
Now the windows were smashed and the odd brick lay scattered here and there across the forest floor. What used once to be a tenderly loved garden was now a haven for weeds and nettles. The flores had long since been defeated in a slow but none the less epic battle against the weeds, with the result of the weeds reining supreme leaving the flores to bitterly accept the fact they were beaten and slowly decline their population. He stepped over the door, which had fallen of its hinges long atrás and had been left uncaringly to rot. The place where the door had once stood now was covered with a thick layer of cobwebs, which Lesley parted carefully with his hands.
As he stepped over the threshold he was overwhelmed with the sense of mystery as he wondered what could have happened to the family that had lived here so gaily many
a ano ago. As he was having these emotions the only thing his eyes could do was mindlessly stare as his coração literally leapt out of his chest. As he guessed the inside of the building was as depressing as the outside, the hallway which once had probably been a respectable place now was sad too lay your eyes upon. The walls were covered with paintings on which upon were many scratches and each were caked in dust.