The evening
#1 of Random
As an super amateur writer, my feeling and inspiration are what make the best of my story. If I lost it to frustration (or simply lost it), the stories would go crappy.The whole story (of which this part is in) might had gone...bad (no need to be exaggerated in using words). If you find this good, thank you. SOOOOOOOO, in short, read it (jk). Critics are appreciated.
It was 6 in the evening. Hindenburg's eco-system began their daily turn-over. The orange sky was fading fast, drew nearer and nearer to the half-rounded ruby red sun as time ticked by. The ever casting shadow expands far more from the horizon, replacing the orange sky with its lightless presence and engulfed everything which stood in its duty. Many fear the total darkness, or simply it's time for some piece in mind, quieted down as other creatures existed behind the bushes began their journeys and adventures. Sounds of nocturnal animals and insects started emitting; alerting others it's time of night. The cricket families were prepping their nightly revels, with some individuals of its many kinds started playing their songs that Mother Nature had taught them since birth. Owls and other birds of prey expanded theirs large wings, as had awaked from their undisturbed slumbers. Some began to glide through the sky; the hunts had begun for them. Others just wanted to rest some more on their branches near its comfy home, idled until the night finally settled in. Deep in the rough terrains of the Hindenburg Mountain, a sad long howl broke through the surrounding; a wolf had expressed its sorrow as his life mate didn't survive another night with him, head against head.