The door swings open by the gushing wind. A short burst of penetrating air tunnels into the house. But not only wind came in, also a bird swooped down and perched itself on top of the door, it ruffles its bright blue and yellow feathers. The bird bellows in to my mum’s bed room, I hear a yell. I run into the room with a small smirk on my face, the bird settled on her head. I notice that something warm and drippy slides down her black hair. A loud scream crinkles out her mouth, this time I burst laughing.
Great writing!
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