I slowly wondered down the winding pebbled path, lined with thick crooked trees. Which danced gracefully in the gentle wind, creating a spooky shadowed routine across the bumpy path. The moon aimlessly trying to light my way but failing. The small whispers of smoke like clouds skip their way across the crusted surface of the floor. I look above to see them crawl in front of the moon tauntingly. Moving slower and slower with each passing second. The face of the crusted moon frowns disappointingly at each individual moving by. Growing angry with the winds new form of punishment.
The stars battle and claw their way through the thicker more relentless placing of clouds only to be pushed further behind. The small spots of lights fight back gaining a chance to show off their colours and newly designed routines. Sending out the lost and encrypted message of the forgotten universe.
Creatures of the night, voice's whisper and whined through the air, sending me glimpses of their lives. A hidden lullaby to those who listen. The sounds of conversations long dismissed trickle in and out of the chilly nights air. The bushes crackle like gossiping old ladies, carrying a secret never to be told; a foreign language to those who don't belong.
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This has been in my drafts for a long time now feeling confident enough to post. And to potentially start writing and updating again. Let me know your thoughts on this....
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The Pebbled Path...
Short StoryShort descriptive writing of a path long forgotten (This has been in my drafts for a long time now feeling confident enough to post. Please do not copy or repost)
