Friday, May 3, 2019
The Return of the Giant Bats By Hannah
The Return of the Giant Bats
Foggy and swampy land surrounds my bare blistered feet.
The smell of rotten old wood creeps up my nose. Then out
of the blue Smokey mud slaps me right in the face. The
odour is so intense I could vomit.
Down bathing in the slimy river is what looks to be giant bats
with smelly ancient cauliflower hats. Wrapped around them
was black mysterious capes.
Suddenly I hear unusual gurgling noises. The wind starts to
whistle like a tornado.
This place is filthy and creepy I’m never coming back.