My back rested onto the uneven-surface of a hollow-stump, as well as the rear of my head, with it's coarse over-texture. The secret shining-sun glossed over the leave-fulfilled tree, only the slightest of warmth touching my barren-skin. A bird in sight but no chirp. I pressed my shoes together making tension, as fallen leaves crumpled beneath my feet. A bird in sight but no chirp. I closed my eyes tightly in a strain, as I bite the outside of my chapped-lips in disdain. Before letting out a bloody-scream. One that never came. A bird in sight but no chirp.
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Short StoryA set of short-passages from old-stories written and rewritten by me, were I practice being descriptive. Insta- @chasi_cloudheads_writes Under copy-right.
