My nightmarish day all started when disgusting, sluggish brown and white blobs started raining down from the sky like spitfire. “EEEK!!” I shrieked, ducking for cover underneath a large, circular shaped tree with big broad leaves.
“SQUAWK, SQUAWK!!” I suddenly heard the loud squeals of……pigeons?! Continue reading “The Pigeon’s Seek of Vengeance”
Joe had never ever seen in his life such magnificent white cliffs as tall as the sky. He breathed shakily a cloud of grey mist. The white mass of snow seemed to glitter as though it were glitter itself. They were on a hiking expedition.
“Ahem.” Murray interrupted. “How are we going to hike over there?” He pointed one finger at an even steeper part of the enormous mountain, where a valley formed, making a ‘V’ shape.
“We don’t.” Joe replied casually, as if talking about which pet to choose, a macaw or a cat.
BOOM!! A loud grumble escaped out of a deep part beneath the mountains. A good 10 tonnes of snow fell silently from above. “AVALANCHE!!” Both Joe and Murray screamed together. The earth seemed to be speaking in a low rumble of its. Joe scrambled alongside Murray, who was shaking badly. A slippery piece of ice caught Murray’s foot and he slided freely at 124 kilometres an hour towards the base of the cliffs.
BAM! The heavy snow was now tumbling fiercely just behind Joe, who was trying his best to not go into shock, and faint. That was when Murray skidded to an icy ledge, where the ice stuck on his foot fell off, down below into a snowy canyon that yawned so deep and wide, Murray couldn’t see the bottom. His arms were sore. He was too young to die, in a 1,500 metre fall, but it was better than painfully getting hypothermia and suffocating in 80 tonnes of snow. Murray unclasped his tiny, icy ledge.
“NO!” Yelled Joe heart-brokenly, and lunged toward the abyss to his death, alongside Murray…
Who knew how a wonderful hiking experience has turned so sinister.