WakingMoonlight lit the forest floor in the cool night air, my breath was coming out ragged as I kept pushing myself further into the woods. Looking around wildly I tried to get my bearings but just to realize I was hopelessly lost.Waking
“It doesn't matter where I run, just need to keep running,” I told myself.
My lungs screamed for rest and I could taste blood in the back of my throat which always seems to happen when I run in cold weather, but unfortunately for me I didn't have the luxury of stopping. I could hear footsteps behind me, signaled by the breaking of twigs, with glimpses of light cutting through the trees.
A Writer's Dreams, Part ISunlight shone through the window and its tattered drapes, making little shapes appear on the carpeted floor. The room itself was very plane, no pictures or posters in sight and the furniture was bare, a single sized bed that was pushed into a corner of the room farthest from the window, a plain desk which was on the right of the window and a chair that sat in front of the desk. Although there was barely anything in the room, it seemed to pull off being cluttered with paper, markers, pens, pencils, and various other things that covered the floor, giving the room a look like a general store regurgitated all of its merchandise in it recently. AA Writer's Dreams, Part I
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All animals are equal, but some are more equal than others - George Orwell
Life is but a dream
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All animals are equal, but some are more equal than others - George Orwell
Life is but a dream
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And... Wellcome to DA!
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Thankyou again, hope to hear from you again!
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I choose to be happy, I choose to be free and I choose to eat lots of ice cream.
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All animals are equal, but some are more equal than others - George Orwell
Life is but a dream
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