Dan grabbed the handle of the rotting wood door and pulled it open. The door creaked open and Dan peeked inside. He was astonished to see it so dusty.
Dan put his hand on the handle. He pulled the door open open. It creaked a long creak. It was as dusty as a desert.
As Roaring as the guns could be they still fired. The artillery shells deafened friendly troops But i cant even imagine how much damage it could've done to the enemy lines. We listen and all we can hear are constant explosions in the distance.
As Dan tightly grabbed the handle and pulled and pulled but it don’t budge but then he realised he had to push not pull.
Dan clasped the handle. He wrenched it wide open. The door scraped against the cold cold floor making a creaking a sound. it was very dusty mucky, sooty and stained.
Dan clinched the handle and wreathed it open " Creak" it squealed open and Dan was showered in dust
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