100 Word challenge The sign By James
We plodded onward, the mud sucking our wellies, the heather tickling my legs and the icy wind whipping my pale cheeks. After about two hours , of being tugged by Ronny and whispering with Danny occasionally bursting out with laughter, we stumbled across a sign.
The sign was a strip of wood cracked and weather worn. The writing was faded but written in a deep sinister red. Blood. Although we knew it was dangerous we took no notice of the sign and walked on.
But before we could go a yard, a flash of silver, a searing pain and infinite darkness