The wind howled, cars honked and people gossiped, he slowly tapped on the table. To his surprise the door slowly creaked open, an ominous figure stood in the abyss.The world went silent,Tom shivered.
The wind howled cars honked people gossiped he slowly tapped on the table. To his surprise the door slowly creaked open, an ominous figure stood in the abyss.The world went silent,tom shivered.
The atuamn breeze,
Maple syrup gathering, Squirrels hunting,
leafs falling, rain starting, Pumpkin finding in
the cosy dark nights.
The snow slowly drifting to the ground like steady confetti.The winter breeze gushes past my cheek like a wind blower.The smell of crispy roast dinner invades my body like a cold.The sound of hail banging on my window is like meteorites.The gentle pitter pattering of snow on my hand feels like being in a calm storm of relaxation.The feel of trudging through elegant snow is like walking through water.
The icicles hang from the roof ,
crispy ice covers the floor.
The rusty bike shattered into pieces, on the abandoned playground.
The rusty, rigid spokes spun like the London Eye ,turning the wheels as the bike shot round the world.
The rusty alloys were,
as hard as stone,
against the white bumpy tree.
The cold stone statue invaded,
An old bike with rust.
The little bike
was covered by
its spider webs.