Putting the pen to paper was never really hard for me - now that I think back to it. It was all about the flow for me: the feeling when you go out for a walk, breathe in the foliage of a windy Autumn afternoon, wading through a sea of maple leaves, dyed with the colour of the sunset; the feeling when the first snow falls from the greyed sky, cold to the touch but warm to the core, watching children close their mittens around snowballs, pelting them across at each other, the fun of Winter; the feeling when you hit the cool waters of Summer, the heat blazing onto fair but untainted skin, letting the air drift you into a daydream; the feeling of Spring, where shoe lockers pile with letters of unrequited love, confessions in the middle of the street, where life flourishes not only between lovers but in the treetops, in between the canopies that nobody notices.
And yet, those feelings are but the tip of the pen - another world at your fingertips.
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Too Short For Words
Short StoryA Collection of Short Stories ~ Enjoy •3• P.S Updates will be slow ;3 so bear with me P.P.S Mature Stories will now be marked with [M]! Thank you for reading! :3
