Your bedroom at 5 am:
Warehouses that smell like dust:
Empty parking lots:
Rooftops in the early morning:
Playgrounds at night:
Rest stops on highways:
Highway ditches:
Deep in the mountains:
Early morning:
Waking up before everyone else:
Quiet trails by the highway:
Schools during breaks:
Carnivals at night:
Empty malls:
Unfamiliar mcdonalds on long roadtrips:
Sleepovers when you're the last one awake:
Empty Art Galleries:
Costco:
Stairwells:
Airports:
Public bathrooms:
Intersections of familiar and unfamiliar streets:
Here I stand, on the corner of known and unknown. Infront and behind me, I know what to expect. Stores squashed together in a mad attempt to have you enter and purchase their goods.
Antique shops:
Unknown graveyards:
A loved ones grave:
Big city sidewalks:
Being separated in crowded places:
Driving your car at 3am:
Old houses:
Abandoned buildings:
Under bridges:
Standing at the edge of a cliff:
Elevators with mirror walls:
The tree you used to climb:
Visiting your elementary school:
Long empty hallways:
Empty movie theatres:
Empty beaches:
Swimming in deep water:
In the middle of a lake:
After-the-party:
Historical sites:
Where the streetlights end:
Empty paths:
Empty highways:
Forests:
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Stories
RandomReally, I just feel like writing sometimes. I've already given you ideas for stories, and this will be me just writing to my hearts content. Sometimes I may write for a few chapters and start on something else after, but I'm not writing any complete...
