Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Writing Practice

Sweat beads dripped down his forehead as he hid behind a tree. He couldn’t control his breathing though he tried his best to be super silent. The wind blew hard and you could hear the whistles of the night. However, tonight the winds blew EVEN harder and it just wouldn’t stop precipitating. The trees shook fearsomely. Soldiers ran across the forest with their battle equipment about to get on with the fight.

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