Hey there! I am not sure whether this really belongs here...because it's acutally not the one Tamara and me wrote in the course, but a similar one I did at home. But it follows the university prompt, so I'll post it here anyway.
There was something uncanny about the garden.
There was something uncanny about the garden. The late autumn wind ripped the last leaves off the skeletal trees, which wee silhouetted ink-black against the darkening sky.
She was outside in the garden, sitting on an old wooden bench and pondering. She was not afraid of the dark, never had been, and the coming of a storm enticed her. It had always been that way. She wanted to be outside in storms, in thunderstorms, while other children had hidden under the bed.
But now the feeling of sadness and creepiness overcame her very hard. She was alone, and that was the problem.
She wished he could see how hard he made it for her to see anything as beautiful, be it a sunrise or a storm. The world was becoming so threatening, just like this garden. It was growing darker, it was much more difficult to make out which was the way leading home and which way led to destruction, to death.
Sitting suddenly seemed to be not an option any more. Restlessly, she got up from the bench, and started to walk down the darkest path in the garden. An enemy could be hiding behind every bush, behind every tree. She smiled to herself when she thought about that. No place was safe any more, and she would know how to fight if she had to. If the garden was full of attackers, this would probably not be very helpful, but it gave her a bit of comfort as she walked along.
Stumbling over a tree root, she cursed herself inwardly. Her ears were beginning to pick up more and more scary sounds in the night around her. A feeling of dread crept into her and became increasingly strong. All of a sudden, she was afraid. She wanted nothing else but being at home, in the small room she had to live in during that stupid assignment. Hurrying up, she came in sight of the houses again. Windows were glowing like stars in contrast to the darkness surrounding them. And then she knew, without any trace of a doubt, that a letter would be waiting for her when she returned to her room. A letter from him.
She hurried up, leaving darkness and danger behind her for a few comfortable moments.
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