Personal Narrative-Corrupted Prisons
As I walked through the bleak building, a devious feeling set in, a feeling that writhed in the back of my head, then I heard the sounds of a shrewd creature, or person, lurking behind me. I slowly turned around, and once I saw it, a mollified aura flowed down my body, from my highest hair, to the tip of my toes.
Nothing but a harmless mouse sticking its little head out of a small lyre, I was very relieved
I came across a rather large locked door, I brandished a crowbar that lay in the rubble near by, and smashed the lock off.
Behind I found a large stage, with ripped curtains, facing rows and rows of torn up chairs.
This place must have been abandoned for a very long time.
The darkness of this room was stronger than the darkest of blacks.
Nothing but a harmless mouse sticking its little head out of a small lyre, I was very relieved
I came across a rather large locked door, I brandished a crowbar that lay in the rubble near by, and smashed the lock off.
Behind I found a large stage, with ripped curtains, facing rows and rows of torn up chairs.
This place must have been abandoned for a very long time.
The darkness of this room was stronger than the darkest of blacks.