So I kind of love writing...

I kind of love writing, and this is just going to be my writing journal(: Tell me if you like it!
Sincerely, Michelle(:

This is just a little something a wrote a little while ago:

 I could feel their cloaks brushing against my bare legs and arms.  Hear the shuffling of feel and rustling of soft fabric.  Smell their rank, musty breath.  They panted and drooled, hoping to taste my flesh.  A long yellow tongue flicked out and touched my skin.  Though it only touched for a second, it left a purple welt that immediately started oozing blood.  This only caused the rest of them to get angrier, as if it were my fault.

My legs had fallen asleep from sitting in the same cramped position for so long.  When i tried to stretch them, the muttering began.  The guttural, slurred gargles started quietly, but soon they were in an uproar of barking and spitting.  One sharp command from the captain shut them up.  This had been going on for a while now, probably hours, maybe days.  I had no sense of time.  I slept when i felt sleepy, and woke early because my dreams were no less frightening than the reality of my situation.

Occasionally I would be given stale crackers or a cup of moldy water, but for the most part, I starved.  It wasn't exactly a five-star hotel, but hey, I was alive.  For now.