I totally love this kid. I really, really do. He is so funny. He is SO talented. I know I boast about him a lot, but he makes me very proud. I see unlimited potential in him. He is an artist through and through. Not just with a sketch pad and pencil, but with words. He starts a LOT of stories. They grip me, then he moves onto another one. When I read this, I told him he HAD to finish. What do you think?
Chapter
1
The
Silver Birch Woods
It
was as cold as ice outside. Snow coated every rock, every stone. The pines had long icicles hanging from their
branches like jagged teeth threatening to bite whatever touched them. The only real thing that kept me going was
the sight of the twinkling lights at the foot of the silhouettes of mountains
in the distance. The cold bit at my
cheeks and nose as the ice pelted me in the face.
In the Silver Birch Woods the trees were dark. These woods hid many secrets, dark
secrets. And as I stared at the dark
green trees, devilish sounds echoed around me.
The Silver Birch Woods were a place of dismay. They were an intimidating massive piece of
land once owned by an eccentric Indian millionaire whom was murdered inside of
them.As what goes along with murder stories, the woods were said to be haunted by his spirit and the many people who’ve gotten lost in the colossal evergreen forest. This is why I came here. It would be the very last place one would look for me.
