The moon rested just above the tree line that whispered in the soft autumn breeze. It's glow slightly orange, the eclipse was starting. I sat on the roof of my the barn staring at the sky. Everything feels forign and familiar as I let my mind wander.
Feeling the rough gravel of the shingles I made my way back down to the earth.
The dark night seemed to swallow me whole as I made my way from the barn on the top of the hill to the glowing windows underneath the will tree.
Walking briskly I made my way down the winding path, by breath foggy in front of my face was illuminated by the moonlight.
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So It Seems To Be
Short StoryJust a book for my endless thoughts, ideas, ramblings, short stories, and anything else I can think of. Short story segments, to improve my writing.
