Category: Writers Block
I just wrote this. Let me know what you think.
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The air is heavy, weighed down with the damp of recent rain and Cented with smoke akin to rancid peanut butter on the breath of life. Despite all this, it still manages to carry voices, like secrets to be shared. Voices that promise lazy evenings on porch swings, a dog at one’s feet and a cool drink in one’s hand. Voices that promise sweet sticky nights wrapped together under the stars. Voices that remember the simple pleasures, like a family actually spending time together because they wanted to. The wind shakes all this, spreading it out like a blanket, trying to force it’s way threw the hussle and bussle of a world where most people have almost forgotten how to listen, much less understand it.
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Wow. Vivid imagery there mand! But that was what you were going for, I'd guess. It works too. You made it very easy to see that image, and imagine the feeling it was it's purpose to convey. Well done. Oh and aside from all that it just happened to be just plain enjoyable to read too.
Cheers,
Simon
Clap clap and a little snap. Very good
rofl Maria, thanks.