13/11/85
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It was a Thursday night, it was Very dark on The Moors. I could here the squelching of moss and owls Hooting when I heard a snaping I looked round and saw a dark figure with a sword. I grabed my sword and stood watching, waiting knowing that soon I might die. I brought my sword out of its sheath. The figure grew closer I looked round there was know where to hide or run to. I had to fight this man.
He came about three feet away from me. He swung his sword – it caught mt hand. I swung my sword. I missed I swung again and just caught his face, Then the swords clanged for about one minate. Then I fell to the ground. He swoped the sword round. I rolled, then he flung it. At me ? it landed about an inch away from my head. The I got up and plunged the sword in to his throught throat. He lay there. So I walked away.
A nice piece of writing
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