Creative Writing: The Forbidden Trail

Sounds of men pulling potatoes out of the ground filled the air as the children ran around our huts like birds that filled the area. The sun gleamed in our faces while we watered the plants, our faces burned to ashes, while at night our only protection from the freezing, desert night weather was the dirt on the ground. A forbidden trail was on the west side of the country. Rumours say that the road may contain monsters, evil spirits and no end. Every man or woman who entered this area was never seen again. Screams were heard from the forests, accompanied by cracking of eggs. This is told to be the dragon’s egg cracking to attack the helpless victims of curiosity.

The moonlight struck. I packed my bags to head to the trail with my companion,