So I wrote this story as a way to express how I felt at the moment for my english class tell me what you think.

The grey fog rose from te ash covered ground: grey branches broke and split. The clouds in the sky hung there like grey paint in a picture. Everything was motionless; no movement to be found. The water matched the grey cracked earth. No one was there; except, a single, lonely, depressed young girl.
She stumbled through the fog tied to her hands and feet, string that seemed to just appear. Her face was long and droopy. Her color was faded and her skin was pale. Her body skinny and fragile. Her black hair thin, dried, straight, and split fell to her shoulders. Her body covered in dirt just as grey as the world around her. Her dress was raggid with poor patchwork covering the holes. She was beautiful but all alone.
She turned back to face were she had been and saw nothing but grey ground, black banks, and dark days. A light shinned through the drewry clouds moving towards her first slowly then picking up speed.
She ran away from it as fast as she could trying to scream but no noise came out. The strings pulling her back like chains to a wall. As she ran the ground crumbled and moved beneath her and a million hands grabbing her feet pulling her to the ground. She struggled to stand and run.
She ran faster and faster; but, her heart stopped beating; frosen from terror. She fell to the ground surrounded by those hands. The strings tightened around her causing her to choke and cut into her skin. For the first time in the dead world red covered the unearthed dirt. The light consumed her as tears fell.
The grey fog rose from te ash covered ground: grey branches broke and split. The clouds in the sky hung there like grey paint in a picture. Everything was motionless; no movement to be found. The water matched the grey cracked earth. No one was there.