The fragrant wind of the fading autmn hissed through the dying flora of the exposed and spectral field. As if it were trying to silence the panicked breathing of the dark soul that stumbled across it's forboding path on clawed tred in the dark.
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Tantalizing Snippets
ContoAn exercise is imagination and descriptive writing. (Do not take these as your own. you may use the themes but no plagiarism. These are my original Snippets)
