The wind whispered through the dark, empty trees like a warning in a foreign language. Winter was coming and with winter came cold. But not always in the form of ice and snow. For me, it came in the form of heartbreak. That's why I'm walking here in the woods right now. It's where I like to go to think. Or I guess in this case trying to stop my brain from thinking too much.
I know what you're probably thinking, isn't it dangerous to walk alone in the woods in the dark. Or maybe it's you shouldn't be walking in the cold you'll get sick. But it's ok, I know these woods. I've basically grown up here, my house is just on the edge of them.
This is a good place to think. It's peaceful, I love the sounds of the owls hooting or hearing the running water of a stream nearby. I was sitting at home listening to music and watching the fire burn the fireplace, but then I heard mom and dad fighting again. The fighting doesn't bother me I guess, I've kind of gotten used to it. I just didn't feel like listening to it tonight. I was trying to deal with some other stuff so it wasn't really helping.
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The Difference Between Spring and Winter
Short StoryI wrote this story originally from a story prompt in a prompt book but ended up writing a whole story. It's a short story about the relationship between the main character Emma and her boyfriend Noah. it sort of tells their story from the beginning...
