Monday, 14 May 2012

Exercise 2


Creative Dream Story:

It was a late dark night at the time of the h appening, the wind gave a bitter chill to the end of my fingertips and the silentness of the area was deafeningly quiet.
We had been waiting for the prime moment to take the style of ninjas and climb into the physical adventure course that was my old school. The gate was shaky, and an obvious setback, but was the only possible way in. it made a loud painful creak as we began to make our way over the top. The tension was unbearable as we waited to see if we had been noticed. It was fine; we were in the all clear. The school was dark and eerie as we ventured our way into the middle of the courtyard. All of the windows but one were completely black and desolate inside. This one window was shining out as if it was a beacon drawing us towards it.
Could someone possibly be working, at this time of the night? We had to investigate further to relief ourselves from the made up fate we had in our heads.

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