t4 w1 writing

three weeks ago, I did a story with three paragraphs and based on these pictures. The red was a requirement for each paragraph.

Anxiously zeg laid his batted head on what felt to be a mossy rock and took a deep breath, for he fell off a cliff. The ledge was steep and with untrustworthy rails of which had broken during a midnight hike a has scars all over his knees and the night seemed to last forever. He drew his torch as if it were a sword and his finger just managed to find the soft red button to turn it on. 

Since his friend dared him to go on a stone rich walk at midnight, and caused him to lose balance and fall. He spotted a brown aged book 

With a spine lined with pure gold, Checking his watch it said 2:58 he picked up the book it was way heavier than he thought suddenly started floating and opened to a random page and it illuminated just to read out on its own “at 3:00am the crow will come make you a phantom just like himself” he was near some ruins- dark ruins

Zeg needed to go... -now! Time was running out! He only had a matter of minutes. It is time to go...

The book started to flap its papers as if it was living zeg decided it probably was living. he ran the only way he could the ruins. He scramed to a door that requires a key and at that very moment a golden tube zipped around through the doors in the side and the book chased after it. She had been chasing it all day. Now, the crow had it. When zeg scurried around to find it the crow on a steampunk clock dripping with ectoplasm, and the book flipped pages to reveal a cursed. Since he hesitated, he got a magic slap on the face and so he muttered the words and with a blink of existence the key was his and the crow was no more.

He drew the key from his pocket and inserted it into the door. With a strong crank and rusty screech's it revealed a shallow ocean with a trail of feathers- the crows feathers she embarked on a journey across the ocean well that's what it seemed to have happened. Zeg stepped out and turns back and saw the door but no structure suddenly he heard a rumble, for a tsunami formed before his very eyes he ran the other direction. He goosebumps formed on his bare skin and shivered, since the ocean opened to a to a dull void and he was dead meat, the only thing to do was take a leap of faith. He fell for hours upon hours and landed on the tent he camped in but he did not die, nor did he break anything he question this his whole life.