Thursday, 30 January 2014

the highwayman by Oisin

Branches as thin as bony fingers,the trees hide the moon from battling the darkness. A ribbon of fog over laps the road of darkness up to the view point. As still as a brick the tree holds onto the ground stronger than 20 men altogether. The wind whispered to the trees and started to more every thing it could. It was silent as a room with nothing inside.
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9 comments:

  1. Anonymous30 January 2014 at 14:21

    Nice opener

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  2. Anonymous30 January 2014 at 14:21

    i like the bit when you said bony fingers

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  3. Anonymous30 January 2014 at 14:22

    Nice beginning.

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  4. Anonymous30 January 2014 at 14:23

    I looooove the personification

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    1. Anonymous30 January 2014 at 14:26

      Same as me it was brilliant

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  5. Anonymous30 January 2014 at 14:23

    I love your descriptive language

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    1. Anonymous30 January 2014 at 14:24

      what you roaton has good language

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  6. Anonymous3 February 2014 at 09:19

    I like your description it has good adjectives and like your semi colons.

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