A/n Oh Kay, so this isn't a poem at all. this is one of my British Literature writing assignment (unfinished). This was a Creative Writing assignment, as you can see by the title. But the catch to it was; Write a one half page short story about waking up and not knowing where you are, or the names of anything. This means, no Pronouns of things that aren't corresponding to the narrator, so i attempted this but never got to finish it. I only wrote one paragraph BUUUUUTTTTTT, I received an A+ on this one paragraph story. so i hope you all enjoy this work, and be sure to check out my other works, and my tumblr (NumberOneWizadParadise) to see occasional quotes, re-blogs, and other sorts. Catch ya later in my next update. Au Revoir!
Soft songs, of light chirping , sung by little flying creatures.Flowing sounds of a clear cool substance. Fluffy patches of fragrant organisms. I awoke to sheer peacefulness, a glowing ball floating up above my head. I rose to my feet, feeling the softness between my toes. I descended from my resting grounds, up upon a gentle peak, where there was a tall, winding, living structure. Everything was at peace, and silence.
