hate help: Some one did a poem comp- i am doing a SHORT (200-1000 words) intro of a story comp, - Help.com

Post a replyurgh here is mine:

The moon light hinted the objects on the forest floor fog hung over the tops of the trees giving it a ghostly appearance, as I ran along dodging the trees in my path my legs ached then I fell mud splattered in my face. I expect you have not the slightest idea what I am talking about my name is Kera I no nothing of my life before I was eight only that my mother died in labor and nothing of my father I was adopted by miss Angela Licold she was sort of like a mother to me but she died four years after she adopted me so there I was twelve years old by myself I don’t know how I got through the next two years stealing, begging that’s how I think it goes so now I am fourteen years old I tried to leave the village but for some reason they would not me go so now I am escaping any where I will go so long as its freedom.
So there I was lying on the ground mud splattered all over my face .I swiftly got up and looked around behind me lay a large tree stump I must have fallen over that I turned around again and ran as fast as I could and as far as I could I eventually reached the fence I looked behind me, you could just make out the watch tower I turned back around and jumped over the fence. As I traveled the muddy ground turned into lounge green grass this is what I had been fighting for freedom I looked up I could see a lounge mountain range I would make that my goal for tomorrow I lay down on the lounge grass snow started drifting over me then I fell in to a deep sleep.##

ur I dont think many people are gonna enter are they, awwww!

or it could be my very short one:

I stared out the window, my eyes transfixed, unblinking. Snow was falling, drifting onto the window. A deep sensation grew inside me, pulling me towards the window; I couldn’t stop, I talked to the window, fear gripping me, I pulled up the pane of glass, bending over he winced at the scene below me. I could see snow had been falling for a while, it looked like white paint splattered against a black canvas, pulling myself away I crept back into bed, shaken.

any one going to post one?!

Maybe you should start it like the classics: “I was born, I was a child, I grew up”, or ” It was the best of times, it was the worst of times” If it were me I’d start by.
“It started as any day, I woke, and I stood up. I felt an unusual presence in my home, a sense that I had never felt or I had never noticed. I walked into the next room in my morning attire wondering why I was feeling this strange presence in such fimilar sourroundings. As I walked toward the window I noticed a strange cold feeling, the feeling of a thousand winters before. As I looked outside on the ground the snow had formed sheets of flowing white makeing a surreal sight. I found that I was feeling like a child again, longing to go out into the white snow and recapture a moment of my childhood, if only a moment.
That’s how I would start it.
~Mike