Spencer Anderson
Writing Cause I’m bored
Spencer Anderson
Writing Cause I’m bored
Writing Cause I’m bored
Writing Cause I’m bored
Throughout the farm there were many paths some through fields, forests, and mossy groves but none compared to the Willy trail. Off to the distance there were the woods and a small abandoned church. The land along the pathway wasn’t worthy for crops. The only thing that grew along the path where small orange bushes, the rest of the plants where dead and If not dead then dying. The Thomas boys once ...
“Nooooo!” I shouted as Gary tumbled down into the endless death hole of sand. I reached my hand out as if that would do anything while Gary is going down the death hole at rapid speeds. I was scared when the giant skull had a merged from the sand. Yet we had no idea that it would cost one of us our lives. At this point all we could do was hope and pray that somehow Gary doesn’t die. Harry on the o...