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Length: 470 words I wanted to be like Emma. I wanted to be able to climb the tallest trees and swing from branch to branch like a monkey.
The beauty. In the sunset. Soon to disappear. Lest we forget. The wonder. In the sunrise. For some it seems. Too bright for their eyes. The softness. Of the clouds. The white ones so calm.
Sappy sunsets drip golden light Orange Red Yellow Bright.
I scraped the inside of my hand coming down to xeno, I guess I grabbed a fucking branch the wrong way or something.
She searched for ever, For this day to come, She'd wait patiently, Beside the sun, Her eyes would glisten, When the time had arrived, She would be glad it happened, And she survived, She took a...
Warm, alive beneath my seat, Stamping hooves are stamping feet. Move as one, our flanks are near, A twist of reign for me to steer. A bond so great of trust to bone, Ensures we'll never stay alone.
There is something quite cleansing about running in the rain. The soft patter of the raindrops hitting the leaves is like white noise that drowns everything else out and leaves the head clear.
If I had to be a fruit, A pomegranate would be me, I'd grow in the sun, and have some fun, On a small, bush-like tree.
Legends say that hummingbirds float free of time, carrying our hopes for love, joy and celebration. Like a hummingbird, we aspire to hover and savour each of everyday.
Cold night, Dragons breath. Chilly enough, To cause death. Fur gloves, All things warm. Rushing to get in, Away from the storm. Blue fingers, Frozen lashes. Thunder rumbles, Lightening flashes.
There he sits, In the corner alone. The fruit he should bare, Is rotten to the bone. He sees all the others, Sparkling with glee. Why doesn't the sun, Come and shine on he.
The things I like: The soft, snowflakes hugging the land in white. The sparkling moon that makes the land look so bright. The big blue feathers on the peacocks back.
I've seen some pretty horrible stuff, A chopped down tree is just enough, To scare almost anyone, And to think some people do it for fun.
A strenuous trek, Our bags have been through an efficient check. At first we were elated, Because no one contemplated, How long this walk would be, Thus naively we sing with glee.
It pitters, it patters, When I fall asleep. I do love it when the sky, Decides to night time weep. It drips, it drops, Such a soothing sound. The perfect sleep-music, I have just found.
#nature Turn around- Where did you go. I search up high, I search down low. You follow me around, But I never see. You're quite literally, Attached to me. I walk down the ally, I run down the street.
Her autumn coloured hair fell as freely as the orange and yellow leaves around her as she climbed the uneven steps that moved with the foliage around her feet.
Gleaming, smooth rose wood twirls and curls with delicate patterns. Quivering silver strings glistens in the dazzling, golden sun light.
<BIG THANKS to Davedave16, because I wanted inspiration for this particular title and he gave it to me with the #nature contest!!!.
A draft for my english exam.
I don't write stories, don't be too harsh. Pant. Pant. Pant. He was catching up. Shadows were shrouding my view, and I could only see a few metres ahead. But I could t stop.
A dark twin in the light, Disappears at night. Does the moon have its own. No, it's always dark, always alone. I like to talk to mine, Just to ask if it is fine. But it's rare I get a reply...
So, apparently you can't get rid of me as a judge. (I just finished judging the youngwritersemotion, in case you were wondering). So I believe you want a new word.
Seasonal - Autumn The girl awoke with wet eyes. The sky was clouded and rained down upon her. As she stood up she felt joy in the squelched ground beneath her feet. She started to walk.