Talking Trees

For my English class I have to write a story about something that inspired me to read or write and this is what I have so far for a rough draft. Tell me what you think and possibly stay posted for the rest of it!

The kitchen was filled with light and laughter, the warm light of glowing candles gently spilled into the soft yellow light coming from the hanging lamps over our heads. Jazz music drifted soulfully into the kitchen, were my uncle, brothers and I sat eating our grilled cheeses while munching on chips and guzzling down soda, with the exception to my uncle who was drinking ‘Green Drink,’ as we called it.

Outside the harsh wind wrapped itself around trees howling cruelly at them, causing them to creak as they swayed and scratched at each other. This sent chills down the spines of my brothers and I.

“Uncle Dean, what is that?”

“Yea, why did it start doing that?”

The wind had actually started to fly around the kitchen taking papers and napkins flying with it, still howling. My brothers showed their fear but I had to play the part of the big sister.

“It’s just the wind going too fast through the trees you guys. It just makes that noise!” I yelled over the wind while closing the window. Allowing the papers to flutter to the ground but doing nothing to muffle the noise.

“I don’t think that it’s the wind at all, I think it has to be; he-who-must-not-be-named!” My uncle said this with such conviction and urgency in his face that my brothers and I turned white with fear and sunk into our chairs. It was at that moment the wind stopped yelling.