Travel
Did you ever have an experience of spending a night in the hills?
I got one, though beautiful but scary. I was in seventh grade when I got a chance to visit Murree hills. It was a great experience, still embedded in my memory. I spend remarkable days shopping at Mall road, taking rides but one night added some displeasure in my pleasing, alluring stories of traveling experience. Wanna know about it, let me tell you through a story I wrote about it.A sharp sudden booming thunder followed by a fury bolt of lightening extruded me from the valley of sweet dreams. Dark bleak night which has just lost its mystic bright moon was silently whimpering. I stepped my sweating feet on the icy floor of a small dark single room on the top of a hill.
I trembelled through the dark room to switch on the lights. But there was no light and I found myself standing by the window next to the circuit board. During the daytime, it was my favorite spot as it provided me with an alluring scene of fluffy blue clouds swaying through the tops of rolly brown mountains. But now it was just black sheath that had absorbed the rich green color of tall pine trees of abyssus. Across the terrible snorting abyssus I could see some flickering lights. Hardly a moment passed when this killing silence was interrupted by another thunderbolt which was even more piercer than the first one.
Lightening in the sky seemed to cut the sky into pieces and made them fall on me. Thunder roaring with rage might have found it difficult to tatter my soul that suddenly my door began to shatter asking me to let the ferocious storm in.
Far apart red lights looked like devil eyes piercing my soul. Shivering with fear I abruptly ran into bed, held my breath and covered myself with a thick white blanket as it was the only way to save me from the horrible scary night of the Town Murree which people call a valley of beauty filled with the sweet essence of dreams.
Travelling is just another name for making memories. Memories which at a time may seem harsh after some time they become a source of joy and amusement for you. Just like this one. Now it makes me laugh recalling that adventure.Do you have any memory regarding your adventures and experiences? Tell us about your precious views. Have a pleasant time!
A sharp sudden booming thunder followed by a fury bolt of lightening extruded me from the valley of sweet dreams. Dark bleak night which has just lost its mystic bright moon was silently whimpering. I stepped my sweating feet on the icy floor of a small dark single room on the top of a hill.
I trembelled through the dark room to switch on the lights. But there was no light and I found myself standing by the window next to the circuit board. During the daytime, it was my favorite spot as it provided me with an alluring scene of fluffy blue clouds swaying through the tops of rolly brown mountains. But now it was just black sheath that had absorbed the rich green color of tall pine trees of abyssus. Across the terrible snorting abyssus I could see some flickering lights. Hardly a moment passed when this killing silence was interrupted by another thunderbolt which was even more piercer than the first one.
Lightening in the sky seemed to cut the sky into pieces and made them fall on me. Thunder roaring with rage might have found it difficult to tatter my soul that suddenly my door began to shatter asking me to let the ferocious storm in.
Far apart red lights looked like devil eyes piercing my soul. Shivering with fear I abruptly ran into bed, held my breath and covered myself with a thick white blanket as it was the only way to save me from the horrible scary night of the Town Murree which people call a valley of beauty filled with the sweet essence of dreams.
Amazing writing skill. Keep it up.
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