I looked up from my loom and saw a dark, shadowy figure approaching to me. It is barging and making heavy footstep toward me.

His eyes are onyx. It is coal. Whilst it was barging though the crowds, it was faster than I thought. Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. This is or was a nightmare? Why me? What have I done by the way? Stomp. STOMP. STOMP! Oh no! It is a nightmare that is alive in the Earth. Now the infuriated figure raced towards me in full battle armour. However, the figure is so ugly. Why an ugly person? Why not handsome? The figure has so many wrinkles that it is an old person.  Its eye was scrunched up like a person angry. Anyway why would figure come to me to tell me off just for telling people that I was good at weaving? I mean, there is no point of the figure coming towards me what I have only done is telling people that I am good. Not that bad. When it stood right in front of me, the figure shouted “How dare you act like a god! You are just boasting!”

“What have I doing wrong?” I replied.

“You have offended us as like you are a god when you are just a coward human.” Snapped the figure. Then the figure disappeared. I was shocked. I was ashamed.  I will never boast again.