Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Mood and Setting Story Telling

As I'm walking towards a old creepy cabin snow is pounding at me like a bunch of rocks. I don't want to go inside but I'm  freezing. When I open the door, it squeaks like it hasn't been open for years.It smells like an old lady's perfume: not very good. Suddenly I hear a whisper that seems to be telling me to go back.

1 comment:

  1. My name is Greta Miller. I am a student at the University of South Alabama. Your short little bit of story put a picture of my head, it got me ready for Halloween.