Saturday 24 November 2018

The bike by Julia


Above the lofty, stretched out trees, there was one different tree out of all of them. Mysteriously, it had an old, rusty bike stuck in the middle of it. There must have been an accident lately. All of the trees faced its way like they were making fun of it.
Last night, screams were heard coming from inside of the deadly forest. I told my friends and they told me, but only one of them did not answer. “Hello? Is anybody there?” There was no reply. Someone answered and the phone just stayed silent. Was my friend in that disaster?

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