Creative Writing: Farenheit 451

1.) It was the year 2014. Leaves were dying, falling off of trees and a chilly breezy was blowing through the cold night. But, monsters were roaming the streets, searching for candies and scares. The monsters, made up of many ghouls, ghosts, and killers, stumbled up to a rickety old shed, the rusty tools hanging above their heads. One by one, they made their way in, the smell of blood and rotted flesh in the air. The monsters saw something move in the corner of the room. It was a dark figure standing there by a barrel. The leader of the group decided to go and investigate as the figure reached towards them and let out a loud, horrible groan. The more the leader got close to it, the more of this being the leader saw. The figure had an eye missing,

There are few cacti around and the only animals to be seen are lizards, scorpions, rattlesnakes, and tarantulas. I haven't seen any buildings for hundreds of miles. The sun is beating down on the fiery ground, trying to make it hotter. I attached this parchment to my leg, so if you are reading this, keep digging.
5.) In the summer of 2017, my friend and I took a walk on the railroad tracks. The tracks were old, rotted, and falling apart. There were walls of greenery and tunnels of enormous rocks. It was so quiet, all that could be heard was the sound of birds chirping and feet shuffling on the rocks between the tracks. A heard of deer were seen, and before we knew it, it was time to head home.
6.) In the year 2017, my mom and I would move to Ireland. The grass would be an emerald green, and people would have uncommon accents. We would live in a castle-like building and have goats to make cheese and soaps with. There would be the music of fiddles and bagpipes being played and the streets would be full of laughter. Everyone would become our friends and close family and nobody would judge us. Last but not least, we'd climb a special castle and kiss the Blarney stone. Now that is paradise is what paradise is all