Sunday 15 July 2012

Creative Writing

The night mist is settling above the long, wet grass. An unknown noise is echoing from the mossy trees. Around me is a footpath, never ending and dull, yet full of personality. I can leave this secret world of mine and travel deep into the unkown, because before me stands my dream. The sound of distinguished waves breaking. I can see a recognisable spread of ocean.
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3 comments:

  1. Castler Beccam18 July 2012 at 04:13

    This is really good, I like how descriptive it is, well done :)

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  2. Atticus McAristotle18 July 2012 at 04:39

    Sounds great. Could be the start of a story?

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  3. Anonymous22 April 2013 at 09:26

    super story

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