As you silently creep towards an abandoned, antiquated
cottage in the far away woods, the branch of a dead tree screeches in agony
while it falls to the ground. You open the creaking, wooden door. Standing
still as a statue, you wait for any booby traps to pop out in front of you. No
traps await you, so you continue your quest. The first room looks as if a bomb
has gone off; it is unbelievably messy: glass is shattered everywhere; cobwebs
hang from almost every single crumbling corner. You stagger amongst the sharp
shards of glass and you discover another door; it is a metallic colour with a
stiff handle and mostly all of the screws have been yanked out of it.
I enjoyed reading this extract from your writing Madison. I was particularly impressed with your use of personification and experimentation with a range of sophisticated punctuation.
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