I hate the cold. It surrounds me, making me feel insignificant, small, fragile. I hate how it reminds me that I'm all alone. Reminding me how dependent I am, relying on things like a coat and mittens, for without them I would be long gone.
I shiver as I lean closer to my small little fire. The wind cutting through the various holes of my well worn jacket. I rub my hands back and forth, trying to regain the feeling they had lost.
The sun was finishing it's decent which only made the cold grow in intensity. I stood up and went over to my pile of sticks and large fallen branches and grabbed a few to keep my dwindling fire alive.
I place the wood on the fire and watch as the wood slowly burns as the fire grows. I sit back against the tree and stare into the fire.
The sun is almost completely down now and the first stars became visible as my world darkened.
Oh and if you didn't notice already, I'm kinda homeless. My life's been pretty messed up recently so let's just leave it that for now.
The sun has finally set and I began to yawn as unroll my sad excuse for a sleeping bag. I spread it out close to the fire and lay down on top of it.
"Goodnight", I whisper to myself as I drift off into a dreamless sleep.
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Ok, so that was my first chapter (obviously). Tell me what you think, and if I need to edit anything. I'm open to any criticism, so feel free to tell me what it lacks.
All righty then, bye!
~Lucelia = )
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The Girl Who Flees
FantasyOk, so the point of this is pretty much I'm just going to go ahead and start writing random stuff and hope it turns out to be a story... As It goes along I'll probably change and add to this a bit so that maybe its an actual description of whatever...
