Friday, 13 June 2014

Baileys 100wc

The moons glistening reflection gleamed in the stilled lake water. Each year, on April 4th a ghastly spirit would lurk around Black manor’s grounds. I watched as the shadow began to clamber up the dim ivy walls attached with a minute woven basket with grenade like substances inside. It effortlessly dangled upon the concealed walls until its ovoid belongings slipped out of its tiny hands. The basket began to plummet towards the earth and the contents inside trickled out. Hurriedly I raced to examine its deadly weapons only to discover a thick,sticky liquid coated by a thin chocolate shell.

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