Writing Pilates

This week for our writing assignment my lovely sister and I will write a post of All Description. For her version please click here.

All Description

The castle was quiet except for Bosomella’s continued gagging. It was late afternoon and several red vultures drifted in slow spirals above the grey stone walls. The forest stretched across gentle hills that were occasionally pierced by blackened spires of sharp stone. Oak trees stood in solid ranks with trunks as thick as a carriage and roots that spread like the heavy coils of overfed serpents into the ground. At the point on the horizon where the sun pushed its last few rays up against the clouds a collection of dark stone buildings sat silently inside their massive walls. And then at the moment that the sun fell below the last hill, the deep drone of chanting touched the forest and all across the leafy expanse creatures large and small slipped into their dens and stuffed fur and leaves and dung into every opening no matter how insignificant. For the monks of Scatchenliklieve had begun to rise.

Kristen

I promise you a crazed animal, a concussion, and a kiss in every single book...you're welcome!

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