Creative writing about a dark forest

Descriptive Writing – The forest. [pic] A crisp winter morning and there was a frosty chill in the air. A sweet surrendering scent of the moist morning dew that cascades all around the sublime forest. The mixed cool autumn leaves from the tall trees lay scattered on the forest floor; they were in the motion of turning a brittle brown.

The gravestones that surround the house outside from all four sides were standing stationary, helpless and crippled from age of each symbolizing its fife through the gentle glimmer of fight that was shining softly from above. The wind howling - almost creating sounds like the whispers of those who lay beneath.

The dark park suits the gloom I keep inside. The sky of just an hour previously was too bright, garish around the brilliant clouds. The coldness of the bench under the moonlight feels right beneath worn denim, the remnants of a rain shower soaking in and beading the fading green paint to either side.

Dense fog gathered in the center of the terrain. Over a ridge to the north, surrounded by rolling hills on each side, a desolate house stood isolated and abandoned, the fog slowly creeping towards it; tendrils, like fingers, clawed their way closer, slowly smothering the open pathway that led to the entrance with the oak doors of the house.