ELLA’S 100 WORD CHALLENGE
There it was the ‘fabulous’ house of
my dreams. The rosemary house was all crumbled with old age, ivy growing up the
walls and broken windows everywhere. Until 2 days ago I never knew I had a
great aunt Nina and I had inherited the house. The overgrown garden was laid
out like a small jungle in front of me. I cautiously stepped through the great
towering black gates, paint crumbled off the gates like water down a waterfall.
I was in the garden; I started to walk towards the broken house at a brisk pace.
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