3/21/2023
She's finally alone. Dappled sunlight shines through the canopies onto the littered forest floor, the light patterns swaying in tune to the dancing leaves. The air up here is much drier than down below, and a certain coldness runs in the wind.
~☆~
3/22/2023
The nights long, winters harsh, and yet a sliver of hope still lingers in the frosty air. They huddle, bundled together in their heavy woolen blankets by a cautious fire as they watch their fields be gently buried by falling snow. They don't have much, only living by bread, some vegetables, and a dream.
~☆~
Combined these two because they're pretty short, and I don't really intend to expand on these
First one was to describe someone in a forest, and in the rp I had with Aperture at that time, she was looking to get lost in a forest so I just wrote about that lol.
Second one we picked from some time periods, and I wrote something from 1620s. Colonial times am I right.
But yeah that's it. Bye 🫠
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RandomYeah 👍 Stuff from my creative writing class. The cover is ugly semi-on-purpose