Woo for 5 AM writing. Anyways, I basically was listening to some Celtic music by Adrian Von Ziegler and this writing came into existence. Enjoy~
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I climbed the towering rocks. The air surrounding me growing colder as i acended the mountain. In the high distance above me, I saw a castle with tall towers reaching the dark and stormy clouds. Thunder rolled in the distance. I knew that no matter the conditions, I had to reach the castle to meet him, the prophet.
As I climbed, small bits of rocks fell and tumbled down the steep mountainside. Their clinking against the stone of the mountain echoed as they fell. I felt that the top was growing closer, but my body was giving up. My arms grew tired, and my hands were feeling numb from the cold. But I couldn't give up now! The prophet is waiting for my arrival!
With my last bit of weakening strength, I pushed my way to the top. There I was, standing in front of the prophet's castle. I stood for a moment before I fell to the ground, blacking out.
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It's short, but hey, it's something. Might expect more things like this during the summer when I stay up to 4 AM most of the time which will be in basically 2 days
(and for those of you wondering, I got up at 4 AM I didn't stay up to 5 AM no that would be bad on a school night)
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The Random Writings of Scarlletepix369
RandomA book for me to dump all of the stuff I write out of boredom or for school. Since I'm not really writing things worthy of their own separate book at the moment, I thought I'd create this.
