In a deep derlict garden, where the cool winds blow softly and warmly, a old pond with its bullrushes and trickling waterfull, This pond is home to a very small blazing angelfish, he slowing swims in and then out, and then in again the warm trickling waterfall and slowly dives down into the plunge pool.
He can see faint parts of the old bloomed garden, the roses and the poinsettas, slowly blowing in the cool autumm breeze, where the old oak tree starts to wither its orange and pink leaves onto the cold floor below.
Our little angel fish starts peer into the sky, where the fluffy white clouds bob gently in the clear sky, with the swooping magpies and doves flying harmoniusly in the air.
Slowly it starts to rain on the pool, the pitter patter of the rain reminds the angelfish of his owners used to feed him. A slow crisp rustling fills the air and the rainfall starts to get harder and harder, a jolt of lightling, a boom of thunder, suddenly blackness sorrounds Jack...
TO BE CONTINUED...
Any improvents and questions?
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Thanks Luke






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