Year 23 of living on the Earth. She spilled ink on the glass and stepped on it, breaking in process. The shards still dig deeps into the skin and she is searching for the cracks ,all these years and filling it with words to heal. Feel free to enjoy your stay,stranger. Be kind to yourself . Love,Windy
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Huesofwind
Aug 22, 2025 05:02PM
I haven't written in a while , Gradschool takes up most of my life now. I miss the old Wattpad and writing and community it brought to me.View all Conversations
Stories by Windy Hues
Typewriter
Tiny tales from moments of insanity and intense emotions.
From Winds, curled up in corner of the library with...
Ethereal
Ethereal
/ɪˈθɪərɪəl/
extremely delicate and light in a way that seems not to be of this world.
"Deep int...
Handwritten
Because of YOU,
In Gardens of blossoming flowers
I ache from the perfumes of spring.
I have forgotten your fa...