Here is my writing for writing. leave a comment.
Smoke covers the sky. No life is in sight except a single dead tree and a disgusting vulture. I feel sick. The air is too hard to breathe in. death surrounds the polluted area.it gets harder to breathe. I walk past the decaying tree and the environment around me suddenly changes. The abrupt change of intense relief after that polluted , factory littered, hell-zone.
This new thriving land was bathing in sunlight. Enormous cities in the horizon were clean and stretched out as far as the eye can see. The once dead tree was now blossoming with beautiful green leaves and nice brown wood. Green grasses grew on and on for miles and miles. Stood tall under the glowing sun. wildlife surrounded the serene paradise . glittering waters ran across the the sunlit prairie and birds chirped their beautiful
“Pizza moza-rela, pizza moza-rela, pizza moza-rela.”
“Rela, rela, rela, rela, zola , zola.”
Truly a magical world.
Emerald green hills loomed over the lively fields. It's quite hard to believe that two worlds stood right next to each other, it's as if good and bad decided to stay out of each other's way. This is truly the definition of half life.
