THE Wind.
The cold whooshing monster was racing after me snapping
everything that got in his way.
I ran past a huge tree, the monster had trouble taking
down the tree but it finally did.
Trucks tumbled and branches crumbled.
I tripped and the monster got hold of me the cold icy
monster let go and flicked the branches of the trees.
Lumpy goose bumps were growing on my arm.
I wish I don’t see the monstrous wind again.
THE END
By Benjamin.
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that was actually a really good story. I came up with it because i have got imagination [rainbow going around my head]
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