Room12sBlog2008

Looking out to the dry Rocky Mountains, it’s so silent and dead. The hot, shimmering sun gleams down on me and the abandoned desert is so still.  It looks just like Jupiter, Orange, red and yellow. I turn around. The place I’m now in is so different, It’s lush and leafy. I hear a lady walking through the moist damp bushy plants, with her glorious baby called Releesha wrapped in a cloth. ‘Breathtaking isn’t it?’ she says. Catherine sits on the stone garden seat and talks to me. Her hair is in a pony tail, the colour of black ink.I walk myself towards the turquoise door into Atrus’ study.                                                                                                                                                By Courtney

Myst III

Before me is a huge white tusk reaching out of the ground and into the sky. Turning, I see frothing waves crashing onto the rocky shore. Suddenly I see what I am looking for a crooked man clothed in rags climbs up a ladder and disappears from view. I follow him and he runs into a house and locks the door. Then deciding to look around I gaze upwards, the soft blue sky looks back at me. Jagged rocks stand high and imposing like sharp daggers upon the golden shore and a crisscrossed maze of bridges shudder as the wind whistles harmlessly above them.  By Zac