Scene+Setting+Place

Scene Setting Place. :)

MY ROOM:

I shook in my creaky bed, the weak floorboards of my room creaking as well as. I frightenly stared at the big, paint-peeled wall which looked like a monster went and scratched it's claws up against the thin wall. So thin that I could hear my dad snoring through it! I turned, making my double bed creak louder.

MY HOUSE:

The two-story house provided shade from the setting sun as I sat outside on the beautiful green grass. I looked up at one shattered window on the second floor. A mistake I made while playing football with my friend. The creama paint was slighly peeled in some places of the house. The arch-windows mysteriously glistening without the help of the sun. The ocan-blue front door with a golden handle along with a "Welcome" mat seemed, well, welcoming! The sky soon turned orange and pink then, with a final warm kiss on my cheek from the invisible sun ray, it disappeared. The house suddenly didnt seem very welcoming. There were no lights on inside, and there was a cold chill in the air. The house daring anybody to enter regardless if they were invited, or not. As if the happiness and the warmth of the house was sucked out of it, it was also sucked from me. I stood up and walked towards my house. The grass turned dark and they curled inwards, then chainging into a dead, brown colour. I slowly pushed open the door, a gust of wind blowing into the house, making the now-dead flower sitting on a small, brown, square table to shake and roll around in a recycled, strawberry jar. There was a candle-lit chandeleir hanging from the ceiling of the hall.

MY STREET: The autum leave of the trees lined up against the footpath covered the road of which cars went speeding through. My anti-social neighbours staying inside their dark, life-less, houses. Their doors shut and locked up tight.

MY SCHOOL: No sunlight managed to light the dark corridors of the scary, dark, mysterious, school. The walls which were painted a deadly black just added to the creepiness of this school. The rusty, black, lockers barely held shut by just-as-rusty code locks suddenly twisted making a buzzing noise. It was if they were un-screwing themselves. I ran down the dark corridor which seemed to have no other student but me roaming around in it. My footsteps echoed around the numerous corridors which connected to this one. I ran past a few classrooms with their dark,brown doors with the subject engraved on the wood. They seemed to be the only furniture, that wasn't black! The cylinder lights hanging from the walls were switched off. But as I ran on, there was a light which wa o

MY CITY:

Loud, annoying traffic EVERYWHERE!

MY COUNTRY: Big.

MY PLANET: Mars is the name of my planet. From Earth's view, our planet just appears a bright red. But really, the red is not the colour of our planet, but the colour of our weed. It called the red weed. But it is not just a red coloured weed. It grows by blood. We use blood as fertilizer. If you cut a bit of weed off, blood will slowly come oozing out of that cit piece. Our planet is totally covered in it. Us martians are never noticed thanks to our grey, octogonal-shaped,underground bunkers. And in those bunkers, is where we grow our crops and where we "collect" blood to fertilize our planets red weed. Because, without it, we will all be dead. The planet itself is a spining life-form. Always passed as a red rock.