Hi! I’m a girl who likes to write but I’m not that good at it 😪 I want to practice writing and hopefully get some good feedback! Love you all 🫶
Hi! I’m a girl who likes to write but I’m not that good at it 😪 I want to practice writing and hopefully get some good feedback! Love you all 🫶
Today is a particularly foggy and misty day.
The sun in hiding behind the thick clouds and everything feels gloomy. The chill seeps right through me all the way to my bones. I’m standing near the edge of the cliff where the waterfall runs down, the crashing water creating all this cold dampness in the air. I feel very damp already, even though I was only out here for about 10 minutes. Where I can...
Thrust.
Push.
Scratch.
Leaping out.
I’m flying.
Out.
Out into the foggy air.
So freeing.
So happy.
So weightless.
I can see nothing ahead of me.
Nothing behind.
Nothing anywhere.
I’m so free.
I have no worries.
No thoughts.
Just…. _Freedom_.
I can fly forever and ever.
And ever.
And ever.
And I never have to land.
I am completely alone.
I have no burdens.
I swoop up and down an...
The wind is blowing through my hair and it’s hitting my face and whipping my clothes around and I’m screaming.
Screaming from the top of the cliff that looks over the destroyed city and into the world.
This obliterated husk of a world.
I’ve been keeping quiet for so long, staying hidden and trying not to be killed.
But I’ve decided to give up.
I can’t do this any more. I don’t care what ...
The sand was everywhere. In Monte’s hair, in his eyes, in his clothes, in his mouth…
The hot wind threw it around as if enjoying itself, though it was rather violent. He could feel blisters forming on his feet as the hot sand rubbed against them in his shoes.
Monte questioned again why he was even bothering to trudge after this strange girl. He had encountered her a couple times before, and she...
My breath tore at my throat and lungs. An ache twanged harshly every time I pounded a foot down. The path in front of me was starting to spin and wobble. The air ripped past me.
_Why oh why did I give it to her? Why did I let her believe she could do anything? Why was I such a failure?_
I couldn’t let her do it. I had to stop her before it was too late. I had to save her. I had to _stop _her.
...
The voice isn’t stopping. It never stops. It is always in the back of my mind. It never goes away. At first I only heard it the moment I woke up in the morning, but now it never leaves my head. Always pounding its message, like a ticking clock. Today it’s the worst it’s ever been. Today instead of just nagging at the back of my mind, it’s as if it’s the main topic of the conversation. It’s taking ...
The air was stagnant and warm.
The sky was clear and blue.
The sun was shining coldly down on the pavement.
It was too quiet. Too still.
There was no wind.
There were no birds chirping.
No people talking and walking around the town, where there usually was a large crowd.
There didn’t seem to be any living being in sight.
There were no living people in sight. But there were people all th...
I had had just about enough of this. It wasn’t enough that he kept randomly disappearing, but now it appeared he had been doing who knows what in my name without my permission for months!
I was walking so fast as I turned the corner that I struck my toe into a printer, which I couldn’t have noticed in my rage.
“WHO PUT THAT STUPID PRINTER ON THE FLOOR!?” I screamed as I squeezed my toe in my ha...
“How is it possible for you to walk this loudly?”
“How is it possible for you to be so annoying?”
I was leaning defeatedly on a big rock when I heard the voices whisper-shouting somewhere among the trees. My body went rigid.
“Ok but seriously, you have to quiet down. we don’t know what might be out here.” Said the first voice, sounding much too close for my liking.
“Don’t tell me ...
I am not a butterlfy, I am a moth.
I live in a world when most people are butterflies.
I live in a world where if you are not a butterfly, you cannot possibly fly.
“How will you fly if you do not become a butterfly?” Asks the butterfly. “How will you fly if you don’t understand our ways?”
The moth hides who she is.
She paints her wings to match everyone else,
because how will she fly if she ...