The woods were a blend of grays and browns of the trees, with vibrant slashes of reds, yellows, and oranges covering the ground and clinging to the mostly bare branches. Maria guessed that it was noon or early afternoon, although the consistent cloud cover dimmed every color into a neutral and bland shade, so it could be any time of day.
She made her way quickly through the trees, pulling her windbreaker around her to block the occasionally breeze that would send goosebumps up and down her arms and a chill in her spine. Her pace continued to quicken as a way to try and get her blood flowing and make it home before the sun set to
I toss and turn at in my bed, struggling with the covers. My mind is plagued by random thoughts about random topics, and I can’t get them to shut up. Most of them I could work to my advantage turning them into possible dream scenarios that will lull me to sleep. But there’s one topic that keeps popping into my head, and no matter how hard I try, it seems to scratch and bite its way to the front of my brain, where I can’t help but think about it.
Almost every night, I’ve fought to keep my breath steady and normal, slowing it down so that my brain has no choice but to do the same. And almost every night, this t
The woods were a blend of grays and browns of the trees, with vibrant slashes of reds, yellows, and oranges covering the ground and clinging to the mostly bare branches. Maria guessed that it was noon or early afternoon, although the consistent cloud cover dimmed every color into a neutral and bland shade, so it could be any time of day.
She made her way quickly through the trees, pulling her windbreaker around her to block the occasionally breeze that would send goosebumps up and down her arms and a chill in her spine. Her pace continued to quicken as a way to try and get her blood flowing and make it home before the sun set to
I toss and turn at in my bed, struggling with the covers. My mind is plagued by random thoughts about random topics, and I can’t get them to shut up. Most of them I could work to my advantage turning them into possible dream scenarios that will lull me to sleep. But there’s one topic that keeps popping into my head, and no matter how hard I try, it seems to scratch and bite its way to the front of my brain, where I can’t help but think about it.
Almost every night, I’ve fought to keep my breath steady and normal, slowing it down so that my brain has no choice but to do the same. And almost every night, this t
Thanks! Actually, my sister's writing a story about female Bilbo, based on the Hobbit movies, if you're interested Here's the link to the first one: journey-scribe.deviantart.com/…