The Mystery of the Secret Virus

 

Earth Spheres gone Wrong

 

Volcano

 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?

Wind Chimes

 

The Race

 The Race

Russet coloured trees gracefully sway in the gusty autumn wind. While, racers amble in the miry mud, sinking their vivid sneakers. Footprints of determined athletes cover the murky mud turning the ground into chalky waves.

Like paint on the wall, the feet of the runners are stained with dirt. Hurtling over the weather-beaten wooden barrier, contestants ascend down the path jogging on patches of grass and squelchy mud. Masses of people noisily cheer on the racers. While lime coloured lavatories lie behind the loud crowd. Like a compass once milky white ropes navigate the runner’s path to their victory.

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