I love writing descriptive prose. here is another sample from Book 3 :D Setting the scene for a recurrent nightmare: ____________________________________________________________________________ Dreams are often a bit weird and I have no idea what I was originally dreaming about before my vision suddenly went black and yet again I found myself in the forest. I knew that it was the middle of the day, but somehow, even though the sun was shining brightly, everything was a dim monochrome. Branches stretched all around me like malevolent claws and in the undergrowth the shadows, blacker than night, sucked away any last vestige of hope that remained in my heart. The forest was transformed from Eden to a twisted mass of coiled branches and stumps that had been scratched and torn by demons unseen and where trees still stood, they were bowed and crooked. Moss carpeted much of the woodland, but it both smelt and felt like decay in this place, one that reeked of death and corruption. _____________________________________________________________________________
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