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Blotted Ink with a Broken Quill

United States

13 years old.
In love with books.
Ranger's Apprentice. 1
Dawn of Wonder. 2
Wings of Fire. 3
Warriors. 4
Percy Jackson. 5

ENFP-T

Coldplay.
Beatles.

Guitarist.
Artist.
Screamer.
Lover.
Actor.

Join Date: September 12, 2018

Message to Readers

Hey Paperbird. i revised a bit.

#paperbirdcontest Needle Forest

November 9, 2018

FREE WRITING

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Pricking, poking, dark green pines.
Stretch up to the bright blue sky.
Birdsong rings throughout the world.
Scuffling through the roots of wood.

The needles stretch around me. I am surrounded in falling, darting spirits. I hear their singing; melancholy, but with a touch of magic and intrigue. They realize that winter is coming, where they will be buried by the sorrows of the sky in the frozen tears of life.
    Soon the ground will not be visible, but the leaves of the spindly trunks will continue to snow down on my walking form. I exhale and see my breath stark white against the rest of the world. In this moment, standing in the pines, I lay down and gaze to the haven of peace. I stare into the air that scars the world in its shroud. It is quiet here.
I know this is a bit poem-ish, but I hope you like it!

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