Creative Writing: The Ghost and His soul

Nowhere, a place to live a life so full of destruction that time never seems totake place a bleaching of disaster reaches out of the hole of hell to seize anyfrightful body a whispering ghost sits upon a rotted out log stump to tell atale never told before the beast was the soul of the darkened phantom that rovedthe area in hate upon a midmorning rain a beast no more mere than the size of a2000 pound bolder prowled to feast was his mind set and to another animal abattle of might’s that can scream of blood striding at six feet with long drystiff hair saturated in pride of his prays blood a main so laid out ofperfection for a feeling from a looker standing behind away from death eyes sofilled with flames being able to make any normal filled creature faint of frighttime strolled on while this evil beast lurked and tamed his mind full ofdesirable thoughts a forest all still while this time moved on and all aroundnothing lived as use to greed of pride tempted this evil beast so unbearablyoften his fall could become reality quite all around while the beast roamed histerritory by choosing victims for their blood the scent on tree bases andearth’s crust soaked in his prays gore for victory his blood never shed touchingair but when the forest all became one against him the whisper of fate hasneared while ending the fright from everyone’s wits alone no one stands to befearless and earth was lost deadening their dreadful spirit’s to care neverabout life on account of being annihilated by his fellow tribes and thewilderness Category: English