The Park Creative Writing

The dampened ground slowly sunk his feet through the thick, soggy mud as he scoured through the densely packed forest in hope for finding Trent. The tangling vines obstructed Arnold’s path as they clung of the lengthy branches like maggots on a desiccated piece of meat. The thick, misty air occupied his presence in a truly terrifying way that Arnold couldn’t make out anything apart from a glimpse of light that reflected of his jacket’s zip. The only obvious illumination he could make out was the moon as it glared down on him while accompanied with the trillions of dazzling white specs that roamed the night sky.

“Where was he?” he thought to himself. *****

His wavy brunette hair swished back and forth curling across each other as the wind danced slowly against him. His bright green eyes gave an illuminating effect over his pale skin making him look like a glowing firefly. His fair skin glowed in the dim atmosphere like an electric jelly fish gliding through the deep ocean floor. He bravely strolled side to side as he cautiously avoided the thorns that erected out the branches. His long croissant-shaped nose hooked continually over almost touching his top lip, slightly blocking his view. The

The thick fog terrorised Arnold’s vision making it impossible for him to describe its features. He approached it ever so slowly just in case that I wasn’t a wild animal sleeping. Bush by bush he crawled behind its waving leaves, peeping through the tiny holes that had been distorted by the wind. The leaves rustled aggressively against his skeletal body giving him a fright. He embedded himself in silence as he sneaked behind the tree bark that stood in the corner. The crunching leaves cracked open as Arnold kneeled down and took cover behind the elongated