"My Fears"
by
Matthew

I
look out my window and I see two big, tall trees. When it's night they look very scary, so I run inside and I'm not scared any more. When the wind blows I hear the two trees whispering. It looks like there are witches hiding in the two big, tall trees. When I was older I was not scared of the trees and I lived in that house for ever and ever.

  

The End


Story by: Matthew, age 8, Canada