The Place of Dreams
Drifting across me, snow wildly tickles my sharp jagged edges. Clouds float past me delivering there precious load. I stand here in this dark, dreary landscape, no-one knows me. Skiers, snowboarders and crazy stuntmen-they all terrorise me every four years. Every night it’s like a stormy night in the Bemuder triangle.Blazzing and blazing I still don’t warm up. Hazardous, hazardous avalanches storm down the mountain like a stamped of wilder beast. Dangerous-the frozen landscape was extremely dangerous. Lazily, rain trickles down every nut and cranny I have making it to the frozen valley below .Im soon to be taken over by millions of screaming humans, because the winter Olympics are on there way…. By Nathaniel Ingle
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faith
5/13/2014 12:54:26 am
that is reely good
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