Octobers Story

Write a story around this picture...wether it takes you to a land of make believe or its how the picture was created....let your imagination do the talking......

This is my place of death. This is where i died, outside of a nice country house, by that man you see walking in front of the door. We were going to get married- before he drugged me, dragged me outside and then injected a mix of household chemicals in to my arm, that is. Now im back for revenge Im here to get him, the thing he doesnt know is that im not actually dead as in dead, dead. Im just stronger.

' Give me the indexes, i want the papers on it now, no you idiot, email them to me' Said the guy sat at the bar in the River Lane Country house Hotel, He was wearing tan shoes, beige jeans and a blue and white checked shirt that had been purposely left open near the top, exposing a tuft of brown/grey chest hair. On his head, above his strong stern tanned features lay a mop of fluffy chocolate hair, the edges meeting with his now red shining with sweat beads forhead. 'Bar man a drink...! if its not too much to ask?' he roared on finishing his mobile phone call. 'same again mr Wilson?' asked the bar tender in a sheepish voice. He poured the cognac slowly his wrists visibly shaking, He passed the drink over to the bar, no sooner did his hand leave the glass but the man at the bar- Mr Wilson who was also his boss swooped the glass up and took a gulp.

At that moment the glass door to the bar flung open and what appeared to be a woman ran in to the room straight over to Mr Wilson, grabbing him by the shoulders then sinking a bright orange beak shaped blade in to his eye. She screeched ' our wedding present, darling' and she left the room, picking up his glass of cognac on the way out. The people in the hotel stayed ducked and hiding as she left. They had never seen anything like it, her grey skin was half covered with black feathers, her eyes-black and she wore a cape of black feathers that bled leaving a trail of it behind her. she had an orange beak, which was now covered in blood.

The end

OMG Katie thats well good

lol vivid imagination. Can you tell my mum was on the phone? good job i'd have written a novel haha

Thats my wedding venue PMSL...jokin (of course)

wow katie ellen thats really good x