Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Mood & setting story

There is small shack at the middle of the Bents' forest, winters is near. Its feels like the woods have paranormal movement. The forest is filled with the light of the crescent moon and immortal creatures that fear no mortal. They annihilate any thing that get in their path. Gloomy, faint light fills the forest evoking evil hellions. Then the compressed,frost breeze flows through my hair. The nigh makes the area dread of sound not even screech of a howl.

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