writing_is_art (Ayushi)


II portraitist II dancer II writer II

Message from Writer

/I flow the way water flows
At the end there might be something
worth finding/

-People, Agust D


December 29, 2020

PROMPT: Setting as Mood

Nostalgia hit Gabriel like a punch to the gut. The willows with broken tree branches grew close together, friends leaning against one another, as if to protect their secrets from strangers. The air carried with it the hint of smoke, the remnant of fires that had long since burned down everything familiar to him once. Peculiar signs of spring blossomed throughout the underbrush, vivid greens and yellows, off-putting in the eerie domain of the Badlands. A breeze played in the air, rustling the long hanging boughs, a cacophony of noise in this quiet, cryptic wood. The noises became deafening; Gabriel's demons demanded an answer. 


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  • Dragonfly

    You described this scene wonderfully! I do not know the context, but i want to know, how it goes on.

    2 months ago