Volcano
Boom! Molten lava spews out of snow caped mountain leaving, a trail of foul-smelling fog up in the night sky. The earth shook, as torrents of golden death descended down the ridgid slopes. The lava are dementors sucking souls out of the vast vegetation turning them nothing but just ash. The cold air heats up rapidly.
The foul smell no turns into a poisonous odour toppling over the creatures. An electric current strikes the misty sky making it look like the veins of the angry gods.
Barely alive I clutch my burnt fingers onto pieces rock leaving, my feet dangling off the edge. As the rock swiftly drifts on the sea of magma, the nauseating air gets worse making my brain lightheaded. “ Help!” I cried. My head gets heavier each second. Am I ever going to be saved I thought to myself?
