Descriptive Writing - Original Writing

“That’s when I made coffee. You came out a little later and found me sitting by the campfire. Are you sure you didn’t hear or see something that made you come out?”

"Come," he said, "we shouldn't be chatting here. We can talk later. Now you want clothes, food, rest. You shall have them. This is a most-restful spot."

“Yea, I know. I love that I can probably fall on the floor in this place and no will seem to even notice or care for that matter.”

“With all do respect, ma’ams, me being new and all, I would prefer not to discuss on my first day.” Kyra’s eyes widened a little as the short lady nodded in

“The name is Jackson,” said the man. “ You guys shouldn't be on the street right now. Word on the street Death Squad are coming to disposes of the “undesirables” and you three look just like “undesirables”,”said Jackson.

“Don’t do that!” I shouted while putting up a hand to try to stop Savannah from throwing another stone. “That one’s nice. She fell asleep in my mama’s lap before.”

“It’s all right,” came a response from the tree line, the voice sounding familiar. A thin man stepped from the woods: Merlin. “It’s only me. Mind if I have a seat?”

Bahauddin grabbed for a place to rest his hand while he lifted his feet, climbing through the shaft, out of the caverns. Every crack of stone was filled with overgrown moss, As he rose, he could see the sky was just before nightfall. The only sound around was the howl of the wind, and the keys clanging against each other like a windchime during a breezy spring afternoon. Ascending up the shaft, he was cautiously concentrating for each and every placement of his hands and feet, careful not to slip. Bahauddin’s hand grasped the top of the shaft. The sky was painted with brush strokes of blood orange, reflecting a glare off the keys. Outside, it had looked like a warzone. No buildings fully structured, not a person in sight, just crumbs

I looked up and saw a tall man dressed in all black, reaching his hand out to me. “Are you okay?” he asked me. “Um yeah I guess so” I stammered. “What is your name?”

"That is not a coversation you wanna have here. Get in or I will tell mom about the alchoal you keep in the cabin."

“I’m sorry I left you alone on a roof. That was really crappy of me.”

“You do seem much more relaxed Alex. Let us back in.” He squeezed back past to his seat.

“I spoke with Judge Lucas, you’ll be okay. He is coming in now let’s find a seat.”

She sneered at him, “You’re one to talk,” she said glancing at his body, sprawled on the couch, “You haven’t even evolved legs yet looser, a monkey is more-”

“The river has been flooded and the court case is done so he hasn 't been back but I 'm pretty sure he 'll be back once the weather gets better.”