One cold and misty evening in the middle of winter it had started to snow; I looked out my bed room window and saw the beautiful crimson sky.
My window over looked the church yard tonight. When the moon shone bright, there was someone out there, someone grey and old. They were looking at the graves; reading each one as they passed until they reached the smallest grave of all.
They frantically searched in their pocket and took out something tiny. As my eyes finally adjusted to the dark I realised it was a bat! “Squeek!” the bat screeched. “Quiet you rascal!” they shouted.
Each week we are taking part in 'The 100 Word Challenge' to be creative and expressive with our writing.